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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 11, 1873

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 41, No. 9.

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HIS COMING.

By E. L. Sands

“The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.”—Isaiah.
“And then shall they see the Son of man coming in the clouds, with power and great glory.”—Mark.
SEVEN centuries had passed away, As time sped on with rapid sway; Yet sure as prophet’s tongue had spoken, And from his lips the accent broken, “The voice” was heard on Judah’s hills, From craggy rocks by sparkling rills, Where Jordan rolls its waves along, And the Dead Sea chimes in with song, A requiem for them that sleep, The cities slumbering in the deep.
“He crieth in the wilderness,” Yet not a cry of sore distress— “Prepare the way and make it straight, Repentance is the only gate, The heavenly kingdom is at hand, The paradise of Eden land.”
He spoke the message he had heard, Forgetting not a single word; And when they heard the prophet’s fame, Out from Jerusalem they came, And were baptized as we are told, Where Jordan’s waters calmly rolled.
“Then cometh Christ from Galilee,” The incarnate Son of Deity; Demanding at the hands of John, To be baptized—God’s only Son; “But John forbade him,” with the plea, “I have more need to come to thee;” But Jesus said with meek address, “Suffer it now for righteousness.”
And when he from the water came, God’s Spirit fell in holy flame, Descending gently like a dove, Upon the object of his love; “And lo, a voice from Heaven, ’tis done; Saying, This is my beloved Son, In whom I am well pleased. I give Him for a way, that man may live.”
A grander coming soon shall be, Than e’er was sung by minstrelsy; No prophet from the desert bare, Clothed with a coat of camel’s hair, Nor the “young child” that Bethlehem’s star, Guided the shepherds to from far, By night, across Judea’s plain, The Lamb of God on Calvary slain; But Judah’s Lion in his might, On clouds of everlasting light, With glory crowned from Heaven’s bright dome, Will come and take his children home, Who cry to him from morn till night, For crowns of gold, and robes of white. The mountains then shall be made low, The lofty hills their heads shall bow, The crooked, straight, “rough places, plain,” Without one wrinkle, spot, or stain. All that through Adam’s fall was lost, Will be redeemed at Jesus’ cost;
“The kingdom under the whole heaven,” Restored and to the ransomed given; Then he will rule from zone to zone, Forever king on David’s throne.
E. L. SANDS. Decatur, Neb.