WHEN JESUS COMES TO REIGN.
By Flora E. Yergin
THE years so swiftly passing;
The buds on every tree;
The mighty works of darkness;
The storms on land and sea;
The cry of "Peace and Safety,"
By Wisdom's enemies,—
All tell of Jesus coming back
to reign. Not long shall Earth be burdened
With such a weight of sin;
Not long—till God's own chosen
A crown of life shall win;
For shall not God avenge them
Who've cried so long to Him?
Ah yes! for He is coming back
to reign. Not as an infant stranger
In Bethlehem's manger born;
Not as a smitten outcast,
His visage marred and worn;
As Kings of Kings He's coming,
No trace of cruel thorn,
On that fair morn when Jesus
comes to reign! FLORA E. YERGIN.
Onoway, Mich.