The busy
world was pressing on its way
Intent to
plant and build, to sell and buy:
And
neither knew nor cared that every day
The Lord
Himself came from His Home on high
To walk
with man.
And thus
the course of time its way fast rolled,
Till soon
three hundred years were fully gone,
While
Enoch, prophet of the Lord, foretold
The Lord
with thousands of His saints will come,
Will come
to judge.
Alas, the
busy world still sped its way,
Nor
thought, nor cared, for God’s most solemn cry.
Then, strangely,
Enoch was not found one day,
For God
had taken him to dwell on high,
To dwell
with Him.
But
Enoch’s son still spread the message grave:
“When I
shall die the judgment sure must fall.”
And Noah
built an ark their souls to save:
He, too,
while building, preached the solemn call:
The Judge
is near.
The world
sped on without a thought of God.
No time
had they to hear what He might say.
Nor did
they know, until had come the flood,
And took
them all, yes every one, away:
The Judge
had come.
And still
the busy world runs its own way,
Intent to
plant and build, to sell and buy:
And heeds
not, just as ‘twas in Noah’s day,
That God
still sends abroad that solemn cry:
The Judge
is near.
Before
shall swiftly fall that judgment dire,
Like Enoch
once, our God shall claim His own.
The world,
and all its works, are burnt with fire;
But His
shall walk with Him in white, at Home:
At Home, with Him!