A.J. Janvrin
HE expecteth, He expecteth,
Down the stream of time,
Still the words come softly ringing
Like a chime.
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Ofttimes faint, now waxing louder
As the hour draws near,
When the King, in all His glory,
Shall appear.
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He is waiting with long patience
For His crowning day,
For that kingdom which shall never
Pass away.
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And till every tribe and nation
Bow before His throne,
He expecteth loyal service
From His own.
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He expecteth―but He heareth
Still the bitter cry
From earth’s millions, “Come and help us,
For we die.”
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He expecteth―doth He see us
Busy here and there,
Heedless of those pleading accents
Of despair?
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Shall we, dare we disappoint Him?
Brethren, let us rise;
He who died for us is watching
From the skies;
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Watching till His royal banner
Floateth far and wide,
Till He seeth of His travail
Satisfied.
