THE SECOND ADVENT DRAWETH NEAR.
By MARAH
HARK! a herald from on high,
Speaks to us in accents clear;
My laws no longer disregard,
The second advent draweth near. The herald cries, Forsake your sin.
Forsake old Babylon so dear;
Come out, my people, saith the Lord,
The second advent draweth near. The herald cries, Forsake the beast
Which long you've worship'd so sincere,
No longer bow at Pagan shrines,
The second advent draweth near. The herald cries, Receive no mark
But that of God the Father dear.
And then immortal life you'll have.
When Christ the Saviour shall appear. To us the message now has come,
And light and truth are shining clear;
We'll keep the Sabbath of the Lord.
Till Christ the second time appear.
MARAH.