The Last Message by Edith Smith Casebeer

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · May 16, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 19.

The Last Message

By Edith Smith Casebeer

To work! To work! The hour has come, The trumpet sounds, the strife is on; And from the hearts of faithful ones Goes up the prayer, "Thy will be done!" And from their homes they hasten out, Their wills behind, their wants forgot, Eager to tell those who know not That Christ the Lord is coming.

God's work, God's work, the angels join, And filled with love to earth, come down To witness who 'll accept the Son. As here and there, from out earth's throngs, Go up from hearts glad, holy songs, They ask a pardon from all wrongs, For Christ the Lord is coming.

No work, no work—the work is done; The time to work for souls is gone. And some are sealed for Heaven's crown, But some in darkness have gone down. Then loud and long we hear the cry Of saved ones pointing toward the sky, "Lo, our redemption draweth nigh, For Christ the Lord is coming."