by A. J. Gordon (1836-1895)

Church of Christ, behold at last

The promised Sign appear,--

The Gospel preached in all the world;

And lo! the King draws near.


He shall reign from sea to sea;

When He girds on His conquering Sword,

All the ends of the Earth shall see

The Salvation of our God.


With girded loins, make haste! Make haste!

Thy witness to complete,

That Christ may take His Throne and bring

All nations to His feet.


And thou, O Israel, long in dust,

Arise, and come away!

See how the Sun of Righteousness

Sheds forth the beams of day.


Thy scattered sons are gath'ring home,

The fig-tree buds again;

A little while and David's Son

On David's throne shall reign.


Then sing aloud, O Pilgrim Church,

Brief conflict yet remains,

And then Immanuel descends

To bind thy foe in chains.

"Saying, Blessed be the King that cometh in the Name of the LORD:
peace in Heaven, and Glory in the Highest"
(Luke 19:38)

A. J. Gordon
(1836-1895)
--from "For Each New Day"