Christ is coming, quickly coming,
Art thou ready, children, say,
Are thy crimson sins forgiven,
In His blood all washed away?
Once on Calvary’s cross He suffered,
Died in grace to set thee free;
Now believe the joyful tidings
And to Christ for pardon flee.
Jesus waiteth to be gracious—
Waiteth even now for thee—
Listen to His earnest pleadings,
Come, poor children, come to Me.
Come, and gaze by faith upon Him,
Children, come, and look and live;
See, He waiteth to receive thee,
That He may thy sins forgive.
Then Thou wilt not fear His coming,
Thou wilt hail with joy that day,
When He’ll come, and take His ransomed
To His Father’s house away.
ML 11/27/1927