Poem August 27, 1938 Issue

The Summons

SYDNEY KING RUSSELL

I HEARD a voice that spoke and said:
"Awake, and turn ye from the dead;
O thou that sleepest long, awake,
And see the joyous morning break.
Arise, and in His image find
Thyself the perfect child of Mind."

The voice that Samuel knew I heard,
And in the hush my heart was stirred;
I caught, like softest whispering,
The rustle of an angel's wing
And heard within a quiet voice,
"Awaken, sleeper, and rejoice,
For His salvation shalt thou see
Who conquereth iniquity;
For, lo, he cometh girt with power—
Watch ye until the blessed hour."

Thus cometh He at dead of night
Or break of day, who walks in light;

Thus speaks the heavenly voice to all
Whose listening hearts obey the call.
Let him that heareth render heed,
And blessings shall be his indeed.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Signs of the Times
August 27, 1938
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit