THE COMING OF THE LORD.

Otago Witness, Issue 1890, 10 February 1888, Page 29

THE COMING OF THE LORD.

It may be in the evening, When the work of the day is done, And you have time to sit; in the twilight And watch the sinking sun. While the long bright day dies slowly Over the sea, And the hour grows quiet and holy With the thoughts of Me ; When you hear the village children .Passing along the street, Among those thronging footsteps May come the sound of My feet ; Therefore I tell you, Watch By the light of the evening star, When the room is growing dusky As the clouds alar; Let the door be on the latch In your home, For it may be through the gloaming I will come. It may be when the midnight Is heavy upon the lane , And the black waves lying dumbly Along the sand ; When the moonless night draws close, And the lights are out in the house ; When the fires burn low and red, And the watsh is ticking loudly Beside the bed ; Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wako and watch In the dark room, For it may be that at midnight I will come. It may be at the cock-ciow, When the night is dying slowly In the sky, And the sea looks calm and holy Waiting for the dawn Of the golden sun, Which draweth nigh ; When the mists are on the valleys, shading The river's chill, And My morning etar is fading, fading Over the hill ; Behold, I say unto you, Watch ; Let the door be on the latch In your homo; In the chill before the dawning, Between the night and morning, I may come. It may be in the morning, When the sun is bright and strong, When the dew is glittering sharply Over the little lawn ; When the waves are laughing loudly Along the shore, And the little birds are singing sweetly , About the door ; With the long day's work before you, You rise up with the sun, And the neighbours come in to talk a little Ot all that must be done ; Bufc remember that I may bo the next To come in at the door, To call you from your busy work For evermore ; As you work your heart must watch, For the door is on the latch In ynur room, And it may be in the morning I will come. So I am watching quietly Every day. Whenever the sun shines brightly I rise and say : " Surely it is the* shining of His face," And looked unto the gates of His high place Beyond the sea, For I know He is coming shortly To summon me. And when a shadow falls across the window Of my room, Where I am working my appointed task, I lift my head to watch the door, and ask If He is come; And the angel answers sweetly In my home ; " Only a few more shadows, And he will come."