WAITING | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 28, 1861

WAITING.

At the beautiful gate of the Temple, Full many a year ago, A lame man waited, with silent eye, Watching the ebb and the flow

Of the ceaseless tide of worshipers, As they passed by, one by one, From the gray of the early morning, To the set of the golden sun.

The volume of inspiration Tells of the lame made whole; How the healing balm of heaven Was poured on his waiting-soul.

At the beautiful gate of thy mercy My spirit, O Father, waits; It looks for a gleam of glory, A hope from the golden gates.

And the hymns of its adoration, Rise mingled with tears of pain, As morn to night, and night to morn, It watches and waits in vain.

Send, Father, some holy angel To open the golden gate; To pour the beam of glory On spirits that hope and wait.

To whisper of thee in heaven, And teach us to see aright: On our souls to pour a chrism— On our eyes a heavenly light.