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Thy Kingdom Come

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jul 12, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 27.

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Thy Kingdom Come

By Amos E. Flint

By Amos E. Flint
How long, O Lord, ere Thy return? Our waiting hearts within us burn To hail the dawning, rising ray Of that expected glorious day.
On time's relentless surges tossed, The Gospel bark seeks for the lost; While far beyond the sea-storm's surge, The promised haven's scenes emerge.
How pleasant to our hearts each day To hear the message win its way, Enlightening those who've long been bound By error's chain of guilt profound.
Awake! no time now for repose; Soon time's career fore'er will close; Soon will the trump of God resound Through vaulted skies. "We're homeward bound."
From the unnumbered, ransomed throng Will roll the victor's glad, new song, While they on wings of light ascend, And shining hosts from heav'n attend.
O, there'll be joy and peace and love, And naught to harm, in heav'n above; There all the faithful will be blessed In realms of endless, blissful rest.
Tho earthly warfare be severe, And scenes around seem dark and drear, Yet, tuning harps for heav'n and home, We'll daily pray, "Thy kingdom come." Granger, Wash.