CHRIST is coming, quickly coming,
Art thou ready, sinner, 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 tender pleading, ―
“Come, poor sinner, come to Me.”
Come and gaze, by faith, upon Him;
Sinner, come, and look and live;
See He waiteth to receive thee,
That He may thy sins forgive.
Oh! the bliss, the rest of knowing
Jesus as thy dearest Friend,
As thy Guide, thy Guard, thy Shepherd,
Who will love thee to the end.
Knowing God as thine own Father,
And His heaven thy glorious home,―
This thy portion if thou heark’nest,
And to Jesus now dost come.
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.
M. S. S.