The promised sign appear-
The gospel preached in all the world;
And lo! the King draws near.
With girded loins, make haste, make haste,
Thy witness to complete;
That Christ may take His throne and bring
All nations to His feet.
And Thou, O Israel, long in dust,
Arise! and come away:
See how the Sun of Righteousness
Sheds forth the beams of day.
The scatter’d sons are gath’ring home,
The fig tree buds again;
A little while, and David’s Son
On David’s throne shall reign.
Then sing aloud, O Pilgrim church,
Brief conflict yet remains,
And then Immanuel descends
To bind thy foe in chains.
Chorus
He shall reign from sea to sea,
When He girds on His conqu’ring sword;
All the ends of the earth shall see
The salvation of our God.
A. J. Gordon, D. D.
I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in pray’r, and with Thee my God,
I commune as friend with friend.
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.
Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Fanny J. Crosby
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