Come, Saviour, Come

O'er all the land have the signs now appeared,Telling us soon our dear Saviour will come;Long has the worn pilgrim watched, hoped, and feared,Waiting for that blessed hope; O come, Saviour, come.

Signs in the sun and the moon and the stars,Faithfully show that the great day is near;Nations distressed by the rumors of wars,And the hearts of wicked men are failing for fear.

These, to the pilgrim, are omens of cheer,Toiling and sighing in life's gloomy way;All, all proclaim that the Saviour is near,And the light is dawning of that soon-coming day.

Then let us rally, and fresh courage take;Soon will we hear our dear Lord's loving voice;Those who will now all their errors forsake,Soon the pearly gates will enter;—sing and rejoice.

D. S.—All hearts respond as we long for our home,"Quickly come, O blessed Jesus, come, Saviour, come."