Through the slow rolling hours of the desolate night,
There are watchers still watching to see
The “Star” of the morning discover its light:
What a moment its dawning will be!
For their hopes are all centered in that single “Star,”
And whenever its light shall appear
They’ll be caught, they’ll be “rapt,” in a moment far, far
From the face of this sin-furrowed sphere.
‘Tis Jesus, their Saviour, whose coming ere dawn,
From the darkness to catch them away.
To their eyes He’ll appear as the Herald of morn,
The golden fore-runner of day.
With what hearts they have watched for His coming again;
Through whole ages of darkness they’ve waited for Him.
They have known what it is to have trouble and pain.
Heavy hearts, and tired eyes growing dim.
But their “Star” will arise, not a doubt but it will,
When the night’s darkest their “Star” will appear;
Through the world’s folding clouds it will issue to fill
Their eyes with its radiance clear.
With these “watchers” I’ll join, for their hopes are my own,
I’ve been washed in the Saviour’s blood,
Of His church I’m a part, of His flock I am one,
I’m a child of His Father and God.
In the prayer of these “watchers” I’ll heartily join
When the “Spirit and Bride” whisper, “Come,
Lord Jesus, come quickly,” a cry that’s my own,
When that’s uttered, how could I be dumb!