He expecteth, He expecteth! Down the stream of time, Still the words come softly ringing, Like a chime. Oft times faint, now waxing louder As the hour draws near, When the King in all His glory, Shall appear. He is waiting with long patience For His crowning day, For that kingdom which shall never Pass away. And till ev???ry tribe and nation Bow before His throne, He expecteth loyal service From His own. He expecteth???but He heareth Still the bitter cry From earth???s millions, ???Come and help us, For we die.??? He expecteth???doth He see us Busy here and there, Heedless of those pleading accents Of despair? Shall we???dare we disappoint Him? Brethren, let us rise! He Who died for us is watching From the skies. Watching till His royal banner Floateth far and wide, Till He seeth of His travail Satisfied!
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