Looking for the Soon-Coming Saviour
By Emily Goodeno
BRO. WHITE: Being one that is looking for that same Jesus that was taken up when the men of Galilee stood gazing after him, I feel like striving to get on the whole armor, and to be found on my watch when the divine Master shall make his appearance in the clouds of heaven. My prayer is, Come, Lord Jesus. Earth is a dreary place to me now. Loved ones have fallen asleep in Jesus. Within the last four years, three of my family (a companion and two sons) have gone to rest. One has just heen laid away, and again I am called to mourn, but I am sustained by hope. "Hope is my helmet, faith is my shield,
Thy word, my God, the sword I wield." What I know of the truth I have gathered by the wayside. I have never had the privilege of listening to a full course of lectures, or reading the testimonies of sister White, and being in straitened circumstances, I have to deny myself of the Review and Herald, which would be a welcome visitor in my house. But I am determined by the assisting grace of God to be an over-comer, that when I have done with earth and all its cares, I may have a right to the tree of life. "Oh, long-expected day begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin,
Fain would I leave this weary road,
And go to meet my blessed Lord." Yours looking for the soon-coming Saviour.
EMILY GOODENO.
Wilson's Grove, Iowa.