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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jan 4, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 1.

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MISSIONS

By L. D. Santee

CHRIST WILL COME, 'TWILL NOT BE LONG.

BY L. D. SANTEE. "Now is our salvation nearer than when we believed."
In the days of sunny youth, When my heart received the truth, Read the promise: "Christ shall come," Then I longed for heaven and home, Looked above with eager eyes For His token in the skies; And I sang with joy the song, Christ shall come, 'twill not be long.
Years rolled on, and mother died; Brothers, sisters scattered wide, Some are married, some are dead, As the wheels of time have sped; But there is a brighter land, Where will meet our broken band, And with joy we sing the song, Christ will come, 'twill not be long.
O, I wait that glorious time, When shall come the King sublime; When the trump of God shall sound, Waking sleepers in the ground; When the loved and lost shall rise, And we'll greet them in the skies, And with joy we sing the song, Christ will come, 'twill not be long.
He has tarried, and the years Each have brought their joy and tears, Brown locks interspersed with white, Sea-foam sprinkled through the night; Wrinkles slowly seam my brow, But His coming's nearer now, And I sing in faith the song, Christ will come, 'twill not be long.