THE BLESSED HOPE | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 31, 1895

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 21, No. 43.

THE BLESSED HOPE.

Come, King of Glory, come! Earth's woes thy healing crave; Its weary, wasted sum Of hopes but find a grave In moaning hollows of distress Or blank abysmal nothingness.

O Christ, when shall again Thy presence Israel bless? We look for thee to reign Thy reign of righteousness; We hold that promise sacred yet The angels gave at Olivet.

Did not thy shining ones A light of life impart, Brighter than noonday suns, To cheer the church's heart? This Jesus ye have seen ascend Again to earth his steps shall bend.

Fulfill, O Christ, fulfill That hope of advent given! We hold that promise still A beam of light from heaven Thy church to cheer along its way To sunshine of a perfect day,

When, crowned with sevenfold crown, And garments dipped in blood, To smite oppression down And curb the restless flood Of human wrong, thou'lt come again, The King of kings on earth to reign.

—Christian Index, Glasgow.

There is a King of glory, Erelong on earth to rise, Sung in prophetic story, Descending from the skies; The Babe of Bethlehem, 'tis he; It is the Man of Calvary— Not crowned with thorns, and gory, But crowned with glory now! Not crowned with thorns to-day, Not mocked and led away, But crowned with everlasting glory now!

—Alone.

I long to behold Him arrayed With glory and light from above, The King in his beauty displayed, His beauty of holiest love: I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fixed his abode; O, when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God?

—Charles Wesley.

'Tis but a little while And He shall come again Who died that we might live, who lives That we may with Him reign; Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; O, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!

—Horatius Bonar.