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The Night Is Far Spent

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 25, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 4.

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"The Night Is Far Spent"

By A. C. Logan

THE night is far spent, the day is at hand; Ye saints of Jehovah, O, stand! Firmly stand! O, gird on thine armor,—the buckler and shield, And breastplate of love,—and the mighty sword wield.
The night is far spent, the day is at hand; Pray, work, watch, and wait, till ye reach the bright strand. O, do with your might what your hands find to do; And to Him that hath bought us, e'er dare to be true.
O, gird on your armor, for swift speed the hours — Lest the prize that awaits us should never be ours. The hour that's the darkest now spreads o'er our land. Have your lamps burning bright — 'tis the Master's command.
Hasten on to the fields, where the harvest is white; For the glad jubilee is now almost in sight — Lest, the summer all ended, the harvest all past, "I am lost!" you exclaim, in the judgment, at last. A. C. LOGAN.