WHAT THEN?

“When the plants of our great cities have turned out their last finished work;
When merchants have sold their last yard of silk and dismissed their last tired clerk;
When the banks have raked in their last dollar and paid the last dividend;
When the judge of the earth says, “Close up for the night,” and asks for a balance;
“WHAT THEN?”

When the choir has sung its last anthem, and the preacher has made his last prayer;
When the people have heard their last sermon, and the sound has died out on the air;
When the Bible lies closed on the altar, and pews are all empty of men;
And each one stands facing his record and the great book is opened;
“WHAT THEN?”

When the actors have played their last drama; and the mimic has made his last fun;
When the film has flashed its last picture, and the billboard displayed its last run;
When the crowds seeking pleasure have vanished, and gone out in darkness again;
When the trumpet of ages is sounded, and we stand up before Him;
“WHAT THEN?”

When the bugleĀ  call sinks into silence and the long marching columns stand still;
When the captain repeats his last orders, and they’ve captured the last fort and hill;
And the flag has been hauled from the mast head, and the wounded afield checked in;
And a world that rejected its Savior is asked for a reason–
“WHAT THEN?”

 

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