JESUS WILL COME by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 19, 1915

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 42, No. 41.

JESUS WILL COME

By L. D. Santee

By L. D. SANTEE

There is help for the tried and the lonely, For the ties that on earth have been riven, For the poor broken hearts, that can only Find resting and comfort in heaven. All the signs in the heavens are but tokens. They are harbingers telling of home, When the arch of the sky shall be broken, And Jesus will come.

My heart with love’s melody quivers. There’s a home and a crown over there, In the land where the sweep of life’s river Shall banish each shadow of care— The home of the jasper-walled city, Where lives no transgression or stain; Where Christ, in His infinite pity, Gives joy without pain.

My way may be strewn with earth’s losses, And dangers around me may stand, And my burdens be heavy with crosses; Still, I’ll follow the Savior’s command. The friends I have trusted may grieve me, And my journey may lead ’neath the rod. Take all of earth’s roses, but leave me The smiles of my God.

There is healing, though life’s sorrow lingers; There is rest, though life’s sorrows are long; For the harps touched by angelic fingers, Breathe only a gladness in song; For soon will be past every sorrow, Where joy thrills the soul with delight, Where life has no gloomy to-morrow, And day has no night.