Coming
by M. J. Savage
by M. J. Savage
When disease and want and sorrow
Are beneath thy gladsome feet,
When are broken all earth's shackles,
When as one all nations meet,
When the wide earth is a garden,
When love driveth out all hate,
When earth's once terrific forces
Like trained servants on thee wait,-
Then the God who through the ages
Did thy toilsome progress lead,
He who was and is and shall be,
Will have come in very deed!
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