Coming, though “hope” is fading
Into the gloom of night;
And sorrow is darkly shading
Prospects which once were bright.
Coming to end the sorrow,
Coming to ease the pain,
Bringing our loved ones “with Him,”
Never to part again!
Coming! no distance lying—
Stretching far into space—
Between the joy of “believing,”
And the joy of “seeing” His face!
Coming! Ah, but a moment,
And perhaps these (yes shall see
The form of the One who “died and rose,”
And is coming again for me!
Then the waiting-time will be over,
The pain, and sorrow, and strife;
And the heart’s “desire cometh,”
Truly a “a tree of life.”