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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · April 8, 1880

FromThe Review and Herald, Vol. 55, No. 15

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“I COME QUICKLY.”

By Lina Orman

“When ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars, be ye not troubled; for such things must needs be.” Mark 13:7.
He is coming, coming quickly, To this sorrow-stricken earth; Though the shadows fall so thickly O’er the land which gave him birth; Though the vine-clad hills of Judah Lie in misty darkness dim, Stretching out no hands of greeting Eagerly to welcome him.
He is coming, coming quickly, And his feet once more shall set On thy dusty hill-top shaded— Purple-crowned Olivet; For where once despised, rejected, Where, for man, as man he trod, He shall stand the manifested, Mighty Saviour, Son of God.
He is coming! though the nations Whom he came and died to save, Of his advent all unheeding, Earthly honor do but crave: They, the Prince of peace forgetting, Foaming out their earth-born rage, Each and all the other fretting, Bloody war and tumult wage.
He is coming! Like the lightning, Shining out from east to west, He will come—through clouds of darkness— Sun of Righteousness confessed; For these wars and darkening rumors Are but thunder-claps before; Loud Jehovah’s voice is speaking, “Jesus Christ is at the door.”
He is coming! They who listen Hear the tinkling golden bells; See the distant white robes glisten Which the High Priest’s advent tells; Smell the sweet pomegranate’s fragrance Stealing on the laden air; Know the spotless feet are pressing, Lingering, willing still to spare.
He is coming, quickly coming, All the crooked to make plain; Much—so much—has got entangled, He will set it right again; And his hands, once stretched in pleading, Now will open wide to bless, With the peace of God abiding, Those who do his name confess.
He is coming! And the trumpet Mightily afar shall sound, Calling to the wondrous meeting All who rest in Christ around. Then, while kings of earth are waging Fiercest wars’ mid mighty din, He will call his chosen to him— “Come, beloved, enter in.”
—Lina Orman, in London Christian.