p. 9 | THE LAST CALL by Hattie C. Kelley

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 8, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 10.

THE LAST CALL.

By Hattie C. Kelley

COME ye to the marriage supper; Come, O come; the feast is spread! Come ye to the living Water; Come, and taste the living Bread. Haste, put on the wedding garment; 'Tis the marriage of the Lamb; And the feast is spread and waiting 'Neath His royal oriflam. But those bidden to the supper One and all made quick excuse; Houses, lands, and lowing cattle Seem to them of greater use. Then the Master, filled with anguish, Lest the feast untasted go, Quickly through the lanes and byways Sent His servants to and fro,

Searching out the poor and needy, Faint and weary, lone and lost, Bidding to His waiting supper, Without money, without cost. "Come; for all things now are ready;" Come, partake of milk and wine, Heav'nly manna, fruit abundant From the True, the Living Vine. But the guests around that table Are the meek and poor of earth, Humble children, pilgrim strangers, Who have prized that home of worth. Over there the Master's waiting— Waiting to receive His own; Waiting till His guests are seated Round His Father's great white throne. HATTIE C. KELLEY. Crystal Valley, Mich.