Black was Effie’s married name.
I questioned with my heart last eve,
When all were gay and light,
The guests were clad in richest garb,
With jewels sparkling bright;
Sweet flowers were there—the music swelled—
Mingling with their perfume;
But still my heart asked o’er and o’er,
What if my Lord should come?
What if my Lord should come to-night,
A carpenter lone and poor?
Would He find a welcome here,
If He sought my door?
I know my Lord shall come again;
If it be soon or late,
I can not tell: but this I know.
He bids me watch and wait.
O they who would His glory view.
And would His chosen be.
Must live the life that once He lived
Of sweet humility.
Effie S. Black
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