There comes a day-not one in seven-
When earth's fair gates shall turn toward heaven:
A day the seer's prophetic eye,
In the dim distance, could descry.
Time's reign will be a thousand years,
And rest on earth again appears.
O heavenly Peace, thou then canst stay
With busy life, in that bright day!

There comes a day-'tis ushered in
By advent of the King of kings.
As Victor-Prince He comes, to claim
By title-deed His vast domain.
Behold His "vesture dipped in blood"!
His name is called "The Word of God."
His bride, all beauteous in His sight,
Follows, attired in peerless white.

There comes a day-who may declare ?-
Myriads of myriads fill the air.
Th' armies of heaven descend in view,
Such is His royal retinue !
List as the glad hosannas rise
From all above, below the skies :
"Blessing and honor, glory and power
Unto the Lamb forevermore! "

There comes a day-it may be near !-
This weary earth's most blessed year.
Gladness and joy for griefs and fears.
This long, familiar "vale of tears "
Cast off her garb of sable hue,
And, sparkling with the early dew
Of youth renewed, rejoice once more,
And peace shall reign from shore to shore!

There comes a day-earth's arch-foe bound!
No more his lion roar resound;
No subtle art, deceiving smile,
The weak, unwary heart beguile:
But life shall bear the grand impress
Of simple truth and righteousness.
Creation, groaning, waits for thee;
Speed, speed thee on, blest jubilee!
There comes a day-creation's own-
When psalms of praise the desert crown;
With carolings of joyous life,
A purer atmosphere be rife.
The lion and the lamb abide
In gentle nature side by side;
And the poor beast, if servant still,
Move under kind and tempered will.

There comes a day-lift up the voice
In one loud anthem! Earth, rejoice!
The curse, forever passed away,
All precious things return to stay.
Thistle and thorn and noxious weed-
True emblems of the heart, we read-
As darkness flees before the light,
Have fled as evil out of sight.

There comes a day-aye, listen, man!
Bring culture, progress, all you can,
They are as naught! That day will reveal
A richer plan, with Heaven's own seal;
For God will make all things to bend
To His own will-to this glorious end.
Then hail! all hail, millennial day!
The Prince of Peace shall His scepter sway!

A. L. G.