He who has the warm, child-like touch of heart with Jesus, that the word "believeth" stands for, shall--as the Holy Spirit has full control--do the same works as Jesus did, same in kind and in degree, and then shall do even greater than Jesus ever did. _Because_ it is 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?