Words: Mary A. McKee, in The Helper in Sacred Song, edited by George C. Hugg & Frank L. Armstrong (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Church & Sunday School Music Publishing, 1889), number 39.
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We are looking for the dawning
Of a brighter, grander day,
And the curtains of the morning-tide
Will soon be swept away;
Are you ready for His coming?
Will you hasten to obey
When the kingly One is calling
And the clouds have paved His way?
He is coming, He is coming,
He is coming, and our faith will hold Him fast;
He is coming, He is coming
To His ransomed ones at last;
We may hear His stately steppings
’Mid the ruins of the past.
Have you sown beside the waters?
Are you ready now to say,
I have scattered with an open hand,
My sheaves about me lay;
Now my sun is slowly west’ring,
While its beams around me stray;
Come, O sun of righteousness, arise!
Assume the sceptered sway.
Have you given to the needy
More than mortal can repay?
Have you led them to the fountain
Flashing out a healing spray?
Are you looking to the eastward,
Hoping, waiting while you may?
All will soon be sweet fruition,
Widely flung the portals grey.