COMING, COMING, COMING.
By J. H. Earl
[Pastor J. H. Earl, in Christian Worker.] In the freshness of the morning,
As I enter on the day,
Oft there comes the whispered message
That my Lord is on the way;
He is coming, coming, coming,
He is even on the way. In the brightness of the noontide,
When the morning hours are past,
Comes again this wondrous message,
He is coming, coming fast;
He is coming, coming, coming,
He is on His way at last. In the stillness of the twilight,
When the busy day is o'er,
Comes the sweet strain of that message,
Echoed from the glory shore,
He is coming, coming, coming,
He is even at the door. In the solitude of midnight,
Oft I seem to hear Him say,
As He bends low o'er my bedside,
Driving fears and cares away,
"I am coming, coming, coming,
I have started on My way." So in every weary moment
Of these watching, waiting days,
I am cheered on by His promise,
And my soul is filled with praise;
For He's coming, coming, coming,
And He hasteth on His way. Brother, sister, friend, and sinner,
Are you ready for that hour
When He'll change us in a twinkling,
And He'll raise us by His power?
For He's coming, coming, coming,
Coming in His glory-power.