ADVENT SONG

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Oct 11, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 41.

"Blessed Saviour, Thou art coming! We shall meet Thee on Thy way, We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee All our hearts could never say. What an anthem that will be, Ringing out our love to Thee, Pouring out our rapture sweet At Thine own all-glorious feet.

"Not a cloud and not a shadow, Not a mist and not a tear, Not a sin and not a sorrow, Not a dim and veiled to-morrow, For that sunrise grand and clear! Jesus, Saviour, once with Thee, Nothing else seems worth a thought! O, how marvelous will be All the bliss Thy pain hath bought!

"Thou art coming! We are waiting With a hope that can not fail; Asking not the day or hour, Resting on Thy Word of power Anchored safe within the veil. Time appointed seemeth long, But the vision must be sure; Certainty shall make us strong, Joyful patience can endure."