p. 78 | THE LATTER RAIN by Cornelia Rice

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 26, 1860

THE LATTER RAIN.

By Cornelia Rice

Do we not sigh for the latter rain, And wait and watch and pray, When God will pour out his Spirit again, Like a pentecostal day?

When the angel comes down to lighten the earth, All the honest in heart he will call; From Babylon then we shall see them come forth, Proclaiming her final fall.

O hasten the day! cries the poor lone one, Its dawning I'm waiting to see, For then my companion, my brother, my son, May go to mount Zion with me.

But are we now ready this rain to receive? Ah no! is the fearful response; For if with one heart we did truly believe, We should feel its refreshing at once.

Get ready my soul, then let each brother say, In haste, my dear sister, prepare; While we pray for the ushering in of that day, Shall we fail in its blessing to share?

But remember we first must be purged of all dross, The furnace we need to abide; While we pass through the fire we shall suffer no loss, But only be made white and tried.

Then now let us seek for the gold that is pure, The eye-salve and raiment obtain, That in the last conflict we may stand secure, And the crown of the conqueror gain. Cornelia Rice.

Folsomdale, N. Y.