The Coming of the Master
By Leslie Littell
[[FIGURE]] OON over the eastern hilltops our Saviour will be seen coming, surrounded by all the holy angels, and enshrouded in the glory of God. How glad all His children will be when they see Him coming! But how sad His coming will be to those who are not ready! As His children hear the wonderful song the angels are singing, and see His bright glory, they will say, "Lo, this is our God; we have waited for Him." And as the chariots of glory come rolling onward, the people of God will hear the great sound of the trumpet, and see the dead in Christ stand once more upon the earth. They had studied the great lines of prophecy in the Word of God, and looking back through the vista of years, they saw the waymarks all along,—Jerusalem destroyed, the Papacy set up, the great tribulation, the great earthquake, the sun and moon darkened, the overthrow of the Papacy, the falling of the stars, the last generation, and the seven last plagues. And then they see Him coming. His glory covers the heavens, and His voice is heard to the ends of the earth, while His angels gather His children from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other. Those who scoffed at His coming, and derided His messengers who lifted up their voices in sounding the warning, hide themselves in the caves, and cry for the rocks and mountains to fall on them and hide them from the face of Him that sits on the throne. As the heavens roll together as a scroll, the earth shakes like a leaf, and the great hailstones come crashing down. The wicked are destroyed by the brightness of His coming, and all the fowls are filled with their flesh. Then that great scroll will unroll, and cover them from our view, and we'll take the wonderful chariot ride to the beautiful city of gold, out through space, past Jupiter and Neptune, and on to the portals of glory. We'll enter through the pearly gates, walk down the golden streets, and gather around the great white throne. We'll be clad in a garment of light, a golden girdle about our waist, a golden crown upon our head, and a golden harp within our hand. Then will we all sing the wonderful song of Moses and the Lamb.