p. 1 | EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS. REV. 22:20 by L. D. Santee

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Tuesday, November 25, 1884

FromThe Advent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 61, No. 47

EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS. REV. 22:20.

By L. D. Santee

BY ELD. L. D. SANTEE.

I sit alone in the evening, The toils of the day are done, And I pray the prayer of the waiting, “Lord Jesus, quickly come.” The shadows of night grow deeper, The children have gone to rest, The head of each childish sleeper Has the snowy pillow pressed.

My prayer through all the ages Has been uttered o’er and o’er By those who were burdened with sorrow And bound in fetters sore. It was prayed by martyrs of Jesus, Who counted the world but loss, And for Him who ever sees us Carried the heavy cross.

I sigh as I think of the shadows, That darken the waiting ones, Of the thorns that lie in the pathway Before the glad words, “well done.” But the gloom and the shadows descending Will not for aye abide; Even now is our life work ending, Now is the eventide.

So I pray the prayer of ages, With mingled hope and fear; For the advent foretold by sages, I believe to be almost here. I long to hear the blessed, “Servant of God, well done;” So I kneel, and I cry to heaven, “Lord Jesus, quickly come.”