WHEN CHRIST SHALL COME.
By L. D. Santee
When Christ shall come,
The trumpet sound shall from the dead awake thee,
From earth's broad bosom will the angels take thee
To endless life, no grief that needs assuaging,
For thee the storm is past, no tempest raging,
When Christ shall come. When Christ shall come,
This is the gate to life that is immortal,
This is the entrance to the pearly portal,
Leaving for aye your cares and old earth hoary,
For all God's children will be crowned with glory,
When Christ shall come. When Christ shall come,
They shall embrace with joy the friends long parted,
The glad reunion with the dear departed,
Caught up by angels, they'll ascend to heaven,
Praising the Master for the life He's given,
When Christ shall come. When Christ shall come,
Death's ear shall list the trumpet of the Maker,
Tho long they've slumbered in "God's quiet acre,"
That call will wake them to a life eternal,
And they will enter heaven's joys supernal,
When Christ shall come. When Christ shall come,
Those that are living then will be translated,
They'll see the King for whom they long have waited.
"This is our God, and we have waited for Him,"
They'll shout with joy, and with the rest adore Him,
When Christ shall come.