Mother, I heard you speak, last night,
Of someone coming soon;
And then you seemed so glad and bright
Your face, O, how it shone!
I know he must be very dear;
So, would you let me know,
Who ‘tis, and when he will be here,
And why you love him so?
Yes, darling, there is One, above
All others dear to me;
One who has shown the greatest love,
And whom I long to see;
And He has given His sure word,
That He will quickly come;
You know Him, too, Jesus, the Lord,
Who wants us in His home.
Why, mother! do you mean, that He,
Who, to the world was given;
Whom wicked men, nailed to the tree,
And who rose into heaven;
Is, really, coming back again,
To take us home above?
How wonderful it seems!—but then
How wondrous is His love!
You may be glad, my child, if you
On Him alone, believe.
Dear mother, this is all I do,
His word and love receive;
And now I cannot be afraid,
If He should come today;
For, resting on the blood He shed,
My sin is put away.
Bless God! my child. Joy fills my heart,
For such unbounded grace;
Now, when He comes, we shall not part
But rise to see His face;
For this is first, our Lord has said,
And this is our own hope;
The living changed, and raised, the dead,
His own, He will take up.
Then with Him we will come again,
When strikes that wondrous hour;
That He shall come to earth, to reign,
In glory and in power.
And now may we, my little one,
In all our conduct be
As those who’re waiting for God’s Son,
Whom we, this day, may see!
ML 02/19/1922