THE WORD SPEAKETH by Joseph Rea

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 21, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 41.

THE WORD SPEAKETH.

By Joseph Rea

"Lo, now speakest Thou plainly, and speakest no proverb." John 16:29.

I AM coming, my loved ones, to take you with Me, To the home of My Father in heaven; For mercy's last message is being proclaimed, The last that on earth will be given. My Father is waiting to greet you with joy, Upon the bright sea that's before Him, Where with music celestial the angelic hosts Will join you to praise and adore Him.

I am coming, My loved ones, your freedom to give, In the home of the blest, prepared for you; The seventh trump's sounding, make ready at once, Let nothing on earth now deter you; O! come, heavy-laden, come into My rest, Leave your cares and your sorrows behind you; In heaven, My home, I would sup with you all, And other dear friends would there find you.

I am coming, My loved ones; look up and rejoice, For the buds on the fig tree are bursting; And others are coming your glory to share; For the fountain of life they are thirsting. By faith you've been with Me in Gethsemane, In sickness and sorrow and trouble; But trials upon earth will make heaven more sweet, And the cup of your joy will be double.

I am coming, My loved ones, so speaketh the Word; Be ready to meet Him with gladness; And list to the call of the Spirit and Bride, That the end of your life be not sadness; Go, speak to some dear ones outside of the fold; They may hear, and God's seal to them given; So their names may be found in the Lamb's book of life, 'Tis the only true passport to heaven.

JOSEPH REA. Salem, Or.