THE MORNING COMETH! by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 8, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 45.

THE MORNING COMETH!

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

"Ho! watchman, ho! is the day at hand?" I asked of the watchman brave; "Ye who on the walls of Zion stand, Hear ye the strains of the music grand, See ye the pennons of Beulah land Over the ramparts wave?"

Have you heard the news? 'tis a glorious word — The news of a coming King? Come, pilgrim, sing like a wildwood bird And shout till the heights and the depths have heard, Till the far-off isles of the sea are stirred, Let the heaven-born tidings ring.

"The morning cometh!" the watchman spake— The watchman hoar and grim;— "The heavens a mystic beauty take, For the shadows black have begun to break From over the woodland, sea, and lake, And over the mountains dim."

"What means this sound like the rush and flow Of the ocean's surging tide— Like a whirlwind passing to and fro? Is it the tread of a coming foe? What are the tidings, watchman, ho?" And the sentinel replied:

"The sound thou'st heard is the marching tread Of the armies of the sky; The blood in the winepress floweth red, And the earth and sea give up their dead; He comes! He comes, as the seers have said," O glory to God on high!