Poems (Kimball)/Advent Song of the Faithful

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by Harriet McEwen Kimball
Advent Song of the Faithful
4471866Poems — Advent Song of the FaithfulHarriet McEwen Kimball
ADVENT SONG OF THE FAITHFUL.
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 dash 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 tie 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!