Watch! for He comes to you!
Maybe at midnight, when your questing soul
Is sick with hope deferred and peace is gone,
You'll hear that quickening voice — "Rise, you are whole."
Or at cock-crowing, like the star that shone
In the Far East, that beckoning wonder light,
Herald of peace on earth, of hope and bliss,
He'll come. Oh, watch then through the lingering night,
Lest, sleeping, you the dawning glory miss.
Or maybe in the morning, while you move
Cumbered by worldly cares, sudden a gleam
Will fall athwart your path — it is His love
That wakes and calls you from your sordid dream.
And lo, to you who sad at evening's hour
Repining sit when youth's glad day is done,
Weeping, "There is no hope, the dark clouds lower,
We sit alone waiting for set of sun."
Look quickly up! He comes without delay!
He who makes all things new dawns on your sight;
He gives you youth eternal. Hear Him say
To you, "At evening time it shall be light."
Watch! for He comes to you!
