|He is Faithful that Promised.|
|Behold, I come quickly.| -- REV. iii.11.
A Speedy Coming.
|Even so! come, Lord Jesus!| |Why tarry the wheels of Thy chariot?| Six thousand years this world has rolled on, getting hoary with age, and wrinkled with sins and sorrows. A waiting Church sees the long-drawn shadows of twilight announcing, |The Lord is at hand.| Prepare, my soul, to meet Him. Oh! happy days, when thine adorable Redeemer, so long dishonoured and despised, shall be publicly enthroned, in presence of an assembled universe, crowned Lord of All, glorified in His saints, satisfied in the fruits of His soul's travail, destroying His enemies with the brightness of His coming -- the lightning-glance of wrath, -- causing the hearts of His exulting people to |rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory.| Prepare, my soul, to meet Him! Let it be a joyous thought to thee, -- thy |blessed hope,| -- the meeting of thine Elder Brother. Stand oftentimes on the watchtower to catch the first streak of that coming brightness, the first murmur of these chariot wheels. The world is now in preparation! It is rocking on its worn-out axle. There are voices on every side proclaiming, |He cometh! He cometh! to judge the earth.| Reader! art thou among the number of those who |love His appearing?| Remember the attitude of His expectant saints: |Blessed are those servants whom the Lord, when He cometh, will find WATCHING!|
|REMEMBER THIS WORD UNTO THY SERVANT, UPON
WHICH THOU HAST CAUSED ME TO HOPE!|