"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!"