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“Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning; and ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their lord, when he will return from the wedding; that when he cometh and knocketh, they may open unto him immediately."-Luke x12: 35, 36.
SOON shall our Master come,
Our toil and sorrow cease;
He‘ll call His waiting servants home,
To endless joy and peace.
Now may we do His will,
In all His footsteps tread;
And, in a world of evil, still
To grieve Him only dread.
May we His name confess
'Midst suffering, shame, and loss;
Stand forth His faithful witnesses,
And glory in the Cross.
Watchful may each be found,
Our loins well girded be;
In works of faith and love abound,
Till we our Master see.
Then shall we soar above,
Nor cease our sweet employ;
And hear Him say, with tender love,
"Enter Thy Master's joy.”