Quiet Talks on the Crowned Christ of Revelation | Page 8

now the
glorified crowned Christ who is doing them through some child of His,
simple-hearted enough to let Him have full control.
And the means through which He will do them is simple, child-like,
trusting, humble prayer. The man using the power is on his knees. The
lower down he gets the more and more freely the power flows down
and out among men.
As one learns to keep in touch--learns it slowly, stumblingly, with
many a stupid fall, and many a tremble and quiver--as he learns to keep
in simple touch with the crowned Christ he will find all the power of

that Christ coming with a soft surging throb of life wherever needed.
We may have all we can take. But the taking must be with one's very
life. No mere earnest repeating of a creed in Church service will avail
here. The repeating must be, syllable by syllable, with feet and will,
with hands and life, in the daily tread where each step is stubbornly
contested.
This is the bit of truth for the waiting time. This is the song to be
singing in this present "not-yet" interval. And the song will help cut
down the length of that "not-yet," until the friction of our lived faith
shall wear off the "not" and wipe out the "yet," and we shall find the
crowned Christ a reigning Christ.
For some day this patient waiting crowned Man will rise up from His
seat at the Father's right hand. He will step directly into the action of
earth once again. Man will have had his fullest opportunity lengthened
out to the last notch of his possible use of it. Then we shall see the
crowned Christ quietly stepping in, taking matters wholly into His own
hands, and acting in all the affairs of earth as the Crowned One. Then
He shall reign from sea to sea, and from the Euphrates out to where the
ends of the earth become a common line on the other side. The
Kingdom will have come, for the King will be reigning.
The night will be gone. The day has come. The shadows flee. He has
come, whose presence puts the new day at dawn, with the East all
aflame, and the fragrant dew glistening gladly on every tender green
blade. This time of expectancy is over;[30] the time of making real has
come. Then comes the restoration of the old original love plan to earth
and beast and man.[31]
"Thou art coming, O my Saviour! Thou art coming, O my King! In thy
glory all-transcendent; In thy beauty all resplendent; Well may we
rejoice and sing! Coming! In the opening east, Herald brightness
slowly swells; Coming, O my glorious Priest, Hear we not thy golden
bells?
"Thou art coming, Thou art coming! We shall meet Thee on Thy way,
We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, We shall bless Thee, we shall

show Thee All our hearts could never say! What an anthem that will be,
Ringing out our love to Thee; Pouring out our rapture sweet At Thine
own all-glorious feet!
"Thou art coming! Rays of glory, Through the veil Thy death has rent,
Touch the mountain and the river With a golden glowing quiver, Thrill
of light and music blent. Earth is brightened when this gleam Falls on
flower, rock, and stream; Life is brightened when this ray Falls upon its
darkest day.
"Not a cloud and not a shadow, Not a mist and not a tear, Not a sin and
not a sorrow, Not a dim and veiled to-morrow, For that sunrise grand
and clear! Jesus, Saviour, once with Thee, Nothing else seems worth a
thought! Oh, how marvellous will be All the bliss Thy pain hath
bought!
"Thou art coming! At Thy table, We are witnesses of this, While
remembering hearts Thou meetest, In communion clearest, sweetest,
Earnest of our coming bliss. Showing not Thy death alone, And Thy
love exceeding great, But Thy coming and Thy throne, All for which
we long and wait.
"Thou art coming! We are waiting With a hope that cannot fail; Asking
not the day or hour, Resting on Thy word of power Anchored safe
within the veil, Time appointed may be long, But the vision must be
sure; Certainty shall make us strong, Joyful patience can endure!
"O the joy to see Thee reigning, Thee, my own beloved Lord! Every
tongue Thy name confessing, Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Brought
to Thee with glad accord! Thee, my Master and my Friend, Vindicated
and enthroned! Unto earth's remotest end Glorified, adored, and
owned!"[32]
Working by the Light of the Throne.
But we are still in the "not-yet" interval. We see not yet all things
subject to Him. This is still the waiting time. It is the