Classic Poem

Weary ? Nay, not weary yet;
He will come.
Promising, can He forget?
Oh, He will come!
Counting not the days or years,
Wait we till our Lord appears.

Everywhere we know is strife —
He will come! —
Angry clash of life with life;
But He will come, —
He whose kingdom is of peace;
Peace must conquer, hate must cease.

Powers must tremble; swords must fail;
He will come;
Then can hell itself prevail
When He is come?
Darkness reigns, but He is Light —
He who shall all darkness smite.

In His love our lives we hide —
He will come;
By His promises abide,
For He will come.
Our inheritance is sure;
Marvel ye that we endure?

Watch ye all beneath the sun —
He will come! —
Winning what ye ne'er have won
When He shall come;
Better things than life hath brought,
Greater things than time hath wrought.

Life and time will fleet away;
He will come;
Then your nay must still be nay
When He is come;
Till that day He intercedes;
Still as on His cross He pleads.

Watch! and if the hours seem long
Till He come,
Sing with us Faith's perfect song:
" Lord Jesus, come! "
Sweet, oh, sweet the time if we
Watching, faithful grow as He!