Weep on, ye sufferers, raise your moans to Heaven,
Let cries of anguish swell more loud and long
Until Earth’s pain the jasper walls hath riven,
And hushed the rapture of the angels’ song.
There was silence in Heaven around the Throne,
As up from the Earth came a sobbing moan
Fraught with such anguish and bitter wrong
That the singers in Heaven hushed their song,
And the Lord stooped down from His Throne to hear
Earth’s bitter cry as it reached His ear,
And His heart was moved for the woes of men—
“My children need me on Earth again.”
Then He said to His shining herald: “Go,
Wing thy swift way to the world below,
And proclaim this message unto all men,
‘The King is coming to Earth again.’”
Through the Gates of Pearl, like a winged flame,
Down to the Earth the Angel came,
And the hearts of men, erstwhile so sad
With the cares of Life, grew light and glad
When they heard the tidings the herald bore:
“Rejoice! The King is coming once more.”
And all the rulers met to plan
How Earth should welcome the Son of Man.
And they summoned the myriad slaves of Earth,
The sad-faced toilers of humble birth,
Saying: “Work! We bid ye, slaves of the land!
Build us a mansion, more high and grand
