LOOK UP by Ellen Patton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 17, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 24.

LOOK UP.

By Ellen Patton

BY ELLEN PATTON.

It was early in the morning; The light was faint and dim; The birds were just beginning To chant their morning hymn. A voice from out the silence Was sounding clear and sweet; My soul put on her garments, Having wakened from her sleep.

This is what the voice was saying: "Look upward to the sky; The gates are swinging open; The Bridegroom draweth nigh." It was early in the morning, Yet I gently trimmed my light; For I must keep it burning Both in the day and night.

The selfish world kept calling: "Since the fathers fell asleep, All things remain unshaken; Still man must wait and weep. It is simply a delusion, If you look into the sky; I'm gray with age and wisdom; The Bridegroom is not nigh."

But I tell you, there's the signal; I shall lift my voice and cry: "Wake up, you sleepy virgins, The Master draweth nigh; Put on your clean white garments, Go out to meet him, go. Hail to the world's Redeemer! He has washed me white as snow." —Selected.