p. 6 | Behold, He Cometh! by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 16, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 16.

Behold, He Cometh!

By Delwin Rees Buckner

At midnight sounds the trumpet's piercing blast, That rends the glassy sea and flint-ribbed land, While swaying cities crash on every hand, And, buried in the brine, each flag-topped mast, Capsized, lies lost. Meanwhile, descending fast, Appears a war-cloud in Orion, manned By angel cohorts under the command Of King Immanuel, called First and Last, With Vengeance' sword, in battle garb arrayed, His vesture dipped in blood, His eyes like flames, As brass that burns in furnace fire His feet. He comes to punish those who've disobeyed God's law, but save the loyal ones whose names Have been accepted at the judgment-seat.