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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 47.

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ENTER THY CHAMBERS

By Frances Eugenia Bolton

BY FRANCES EUGENIA BOLTON
"Seek ye the Lord, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought His judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness; it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the Lord's anger." Zeph. 2:3. "Come, My people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee; hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast." Isa. 26:20.
There gathers o'er the world the stormcloud's wrath, Blackness and darkness and thick tempest dire, And angels hold the whirlwind from thy path, And strive to shield thee from the tempest's ire, Holding the winds till thou art sheltered warm, 'Neath love's pavilion from the coming storm.
There gathers o'er God's own a sheltering cloud, A wing of love, a covering of grace, A panoply of heaven with power endowed, A peaceable and quiet resting-place. Enter thy chambers till the fearful blast Of indignation and of wrath be past.
Like doves within their cotes with tender breast, All undefiled and harmless, nestle down, Within the safe, sure shelter of God's rest, And hide while earth removes and heaven shall frown; For O, the fierce tornado of the blast Shall sweep till indignation's overpast.
Thou'lt hear the storm as one beside the hearth While sweeps the tempest on in field and wold. Thou'lt feel the strange upheavals of the earth, The noise of battle wild and uncontrolled; Yet in thy safe pavilion thou shalt rest, Hid in thy refuge, on God's sheltering breast.
Come, O my people, come, O, enter now, Enter the chamber of God's rest and power; For angel hands hold back the winds that blow, There scarce remains one little fleeting hour, Till cyclone storm and tempest war is hurled, And death and chaos reign in all the world.
The Book is opened, and behold revealed, Four angels holding back the nations' strife, Until the servants of the Lord are sealed With living seal for everlasting life, And still they stay the world-wide storm and flood, That ye may hide, O purchase of Christ's blood.
Hide but a moment, then He'll call you forth. The graves shall burst, and myriads greet the skies. Give up, O south, and from the far-off north, The children of the mystery shall rise, Blest, beautiful, made meet for endless peace, And gifted with love's song that shall not cease.
Together with the living saints of God, The risen dead shall rise in angel arms, And meet the Saviour who before them trod, Nor ever know again sin's rude alarms, O day of days, let us not stay thee long, When indignation's past, and comes thy song.