"Ascend, My Saints!"

By Horatius Bonar

It may be that the night will yet grow darker;

It may be that the storm is not yet spent;

It may be that the times will wax more evil,

Earth braving Heaven and scorning to repent.

Still let us hear the Master daily saying:

"Behold, I come! Awake! Arise! Prepare!"

For but a little and there sounds the summons,

"Ascend, My saints, to meet Me in the air!"