He Expecteth

He ex­pect­eth

He ex­pect­eth!

Down the stream of time

Still the words come soft­ly ring­ing

Like a chime.

Oft times faint

now wax­ing loud­er

As the hour draws near

When the King in all His glo­ry

Shall ap­pear.

He is wait­ing with long pa­tience

For His crown­ing day

For that king­dom which shall nev­er

Pass away.

And till ev’ry tribe and na­tion

Bow be­fore His throne

He ex­pect­eth loy­al serv­ice

From His own.

He ex­pect­eth—but He hear­eth

Still the bit­ter cry

From earth’s mill­ions

Come and help us

For we die.

He ex­pect­eth—doth He see us

Busy here and there

Heedless of those plead­ing ac­cents

Of des­pair?

Shall we—dare we—dis­ap­point Him?

Brethren

let us rise!

He who died for us is watch­ing

From the skies.

Watching till His roy­al ban­ner

Floateth far and wide

Till He seeth of His tra­vail

Satisfied!