THE DAY by Marianna Farningham

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 4, 1872

THE DAY.

By Marianna Farningham

“Ye see the day approaching.”

Steadily, sternly, it marches on; At each sun’s setting a step is won; At each sun’s rising ’tis nearer yet; We cannot its sure approach forget. For the long procession is filing past, And soon will it come, the great, the last.

We see it coming; our shrinking eyes Are drawn to its splendor across the skies. We fain would hide from its blinding glare, Or hinder it by a wild, sad prayer; But ever relentlessly on it comes To our shadowed hearts and our darkened homes.

What though we banish with mirth and song The sound of its coming? It sweeps along. It will not stay for our many fears; It will not halt for our flowing tears; And every season of blessedness Is making the distance ever less.

But why should we tremble and fear the day? Christ is in it, he comes this way. Little of all the pompous show, The gloom, the splendor, our eyes shall know; For we shall see in the Heaven above The friend we long for, the Lord we love.

Then let us sing, as we pass along, A cheery measure, a hopeful song; Better than all the times shall be That glorious time when the King we see. So let us watch, and wait, and pray, For the approaching of that day. —Marianna Farningham.