The vision tarrieth not;
At the appointed time
It speaks, by man forgot,
Ail's purposes sublime.
Yea, though it tarry long,
And seemeth not to grow,
Let faith and hope be strong,
The Word of Ail ye know.

That Word in Spirit-power,
Before the Father's face,
Awaits the promised hour
To manifest the grace.
Ye weeping saints, rejoice;
"Redemption draweth nigh;"
Soon shall His glorious voice,
His mercy testify.

Ye watchmen of the night,
Anticipate the dawn;
Pray, pray for Zion's light,
Pray for Jerusalem.
The vision hath an end;
Yea, He who shall will come
The Man at Ail's right hand,
To build Jerusalem.

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