COME by A. E. Wentz

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 22, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 50.

COME.

By A. E. Wentz

BY A. E. WENTZ.

COME.

I do not fear the burning tempest, The awful beating of the mighty hail, The lake with fire and brimstone burning, For Christ, my refuge, will never fail. In thee; in thee alone, I’m trusting, Not in the good that I have done; And this one cry my soul is making From early dawn till set of sun: “Come, Lord Jesus, come.”

COME.

For in thy wings is found the healing For all the soul’s stains that sin has made. O pierced feet, I pray thee hasten, So great the burden on me is laid! I pray for those who now in darkness See not the cross, light through the gloom Send light, and in the many mansions, Lord, may we early find us room. “Come, Lord Jesus, come.” —Sabbath Recorder.