The Last, Last Hour by I. H. E.

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 10, 1914

The Last, Last Hour

By I. H. E.

"The sunset burns across the sky; Upon the air its warning cry The curfew tolls from tower to tower; O Christians, 'tis the last, last hour!"

"The work that centuries might have done Must crowd the hour of setting sun, And through all lands the saving Name Ye must in fervent haste proclaim."

"It is a vineyard of red wine, Wherein shall purple clusters shine; The branches of His own right hand Shall overspread Immanuel's land."

"The fields are white to harvest. Weep, O tardy workers, as ye reap, For wasted hours that might have won Rich harvest ere the set of sun." I. H. E.