The Coming Jubilee by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Dec 7, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 48.

The Coming Jubilee

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

By MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

I look o'er the earth with her burden of sin, And I see naught but tempests without and within; I see naught but sorrow and anguish and death— A charnel-house, breathing its pestilent breath. I see but her battle-fields heaped with the slain, And I hear the low wails and the moanings of pain; The poor, toiling millions are crying with grief, And the sin-stricken earth can afford no relief.

The brier and thistle spring up from the sod, For the children of men are at war with their God. I know 'tis the marks of the curse that I see, But I have heard there is coming a glad jubilee; And I know the black trail where the serpent hath crept, Where the minions of darkness have slumbered and slept, Where the blood of earth's martyrs have crimsoned the sod, Shall bloom like the rose in the gardens of God.

For Christ, the Restorer, is coming again— O, shout the glad news to the children of men. The armies of heaven shall fight with His foes, And the desert shall blossom and bud like the rose. Then say to the fearful of heart, "Be ye strong;" And shout the glad strains of the jubilee song; Soon the dead shall awake, and the lame as the hart Shall leap and rejoice, and glad waters shall start In the drear desert wastes, and the tongue of the dumb Shall shout "Hallelujah!" when Shiloh shall come.

In the drear desert wastes, and the tongue of the dumb Shall shout "Hallelujah!" when Shiloh shall come.