TILL HE COME | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 3, 1896

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 22, No. 48.

"TILL HE COME."

[The following lines were composed by a blind and deaf girl, who attended the recent Niagara Conference on the Second Advent. A sweet-faced woman sat beside her, and by a rapid movement of the right hand upon the palm, fingers and thumb of her outstretched left hand, communicated to her imprisoned mind every word that was uttered. She had just learned to use a typewriter, and these verses—entirely her own production—were among the first she wrote.]

My heart is filled with a grand, sweet song, A joyous jubilee; A song of my Saviour's matchless love, His love for even me. I can not put this song in words, Nor sing its melody; It far surpasseth human thought, Or human harmony.

Yet, O! it thrills my inmost soul, And strikes each tuneful chord; It tells of hope and joy and peace In Christ, my risen Lord. It tells me that amid the strife, He'll be my Guard and Guide; Through every change of light and shade, He's always at my side. And, O! it tells of rest so sweet For every laden one; And says the tears of earthly life Last only "till he come." Till then I've just to rest in him, And trust his Shepherd care; And lay me down in pastures green, Where peaceful waters are. Thus sheltered in this safe retreat, Tho storms may fiercely blow, They only sweep the surface waves— 'Tis calm and still below. Thanks, O my God, for this glad song Of love so full and free! Grant me thy help to tell to all What thou hast told to me. —Prophetic News.