THE END by Arthur C. Beauchamp

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 23, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 50.

THE END.

By Arthur C. Beauchamp

THE twilight is fading, And the night is shading The earth with gloom. A day disappearing! How fast we are nearing Earth's final doom!

All nature is speaking That we should be seeking Christ and His way. God's Word is declaring That we should be wearing White robes to-day.

Soon Christ will be reaping; And then—lo! what weeping! What sad regret! Sinner, time is flying! Are you still denying His mercy yet?

Earth reels, tumbling, shaking! The dead are awakening! How the seas roar! What terrible groanings, Sobs, curses, and moanings! Lost, evermore!

From dense clouds the lightning The lost of earth frightening, Foretells God's wrath. Great mountains are crashing, Seas, foaming and lashing, Threaten thy path.

Fear-stricken and flying, Some fainting and dying,— O, what a sight! O sinner, 'tis coming! Turn! turn! from thy roaming, And seek the light.

Then "peace as a river" Will bear and deliver Thy soul from death. Come! come! you are needing; While Jesus is pleading,— Turn thee from death.

ARTHUR C. BEAUCHAMP.