self will ever
long for Him and for His Coming. The desire and prayer will arise
many times each day from such a heart, "Make Haste my Beloved"
--"Even so, come Lord Jesus." The Holy Spirit ungrieved and unhindered
in the believer will not alone produce this desire, but keep it
alive in the soul and make it more intense. One may hold the Second
Coming of Christ in a mere intellectual way; there is no profit in
that. The blessed Hope must have its seat in the heart and
affection. It is therefore a good test of our spiritual state. If
our hearts are crying more for Him, longing to be with the Beloved,
and we daily sigh for Himself to come and take us home, we are then
certainly walking in the Spirit. Such a desire will also lead us
into holiness of life and true service for Him. And as we look about
us at the condition of things, surely only the Coming of our Lord
appears to be the remedy. Nothing less than that event can arrest
the dreadful conditions and bring the long promised deliverance.
"The whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until
now. And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the first
fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves,
waiting for the adoption, the redemption of the body" (Rom. viii:22-23).
What a day it will be when at last He descends into the air to
call His own, His Beloved together! What a day it will be when
together with those who are raised from their graves we shall be
caught up in clouds to meet HIM in the sky! What a day when He
purges the earth by fire and comes with all His Saints to reign.
Make haste! Even so, come Lord Jesus!

Lord Jesus, come!
And take Thy people home;
That all Thy flock, so scattered here,
With Thee in glory may appear.
Lord Jesus, come!
"Soon the day-dawn will be breaking
And the shadows flee away;
Now, by faith, in joy and gladness,
I await the coming day,
For I know my soul is safely
Hidden in His wounded side;
And anon He sweetly tells me
I shall soon be satisfied.

Lo! He tells me _now_ His secret,
Cheering with His heavenly smile;
Telling me, in love's low whisper,
It is but 'a little while;'
Yes, for soon, to brightest glory,
He will fetch away His bride;
Then I'll shine in His own likeness,
And be ever satisfied!"

End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Lord of Glory, by Arno Gae