There is a day that comes apace,
Long looked for by a heaven-born race,
That ends their earthly story;
Their last day here of toil and strait,
Whose sunset finds them at the gate,
The very gate of glory.
What could they wish that day to be,
Whose night-fall brings with certainty
The close of time's brief measure?
Oh, nothing better could they ask
Than grace to fill their last day's task
Entirely for His pleasure.
Since life's short span so soon is past,
To count each fleeting day the last,
Be this my warm endeavor:
His will, my gain; His strength, my power;
His love, my joy each passing hour;
And then His home forever.
JESUS SAYS:
"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me."