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The Coming
The day begins—it comes—the appointed day!No trumpet sounds, no shouts proclaim its birth;
Yet brighter still, and brighter beams its ray
Upon the mourning tribes that fill the earth.
He comes! The Son of Man is glorified!
Crowned with his Father's glory he appears;
And they that scorned, and they that pierced his side,
Before him bow their faces wet with tears.
He comes! his peace, his promised peace to give,
In robes of righteousness to clothe the poor;
And bid them ever in his presence live,
Heirs of the Kingdom that must aye endure;
Priests, born to lead the long lost tribes of men
Back to the fold of God in joy again.
Poem No. 482; c. 1 December 1838
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