Behold, He Cometh! by Frances Ridley Havergal

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jan 4, 1906

“Behold, He Cometh!”

By Frances Ridley Havergal

THOU art coming, O my Saviour, Thou art coming, O my King! In Thy beauty all resplendent, In Thy glory all transcendent; 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! Rays of glory Through the vail Thy death has rent, Touch the mountains and the river With a golden, glowing quiver, Thrill of light and music blent. Earth is brightened when this gleam Falls on flower and rock and stream. Life is brightened when this ray Falls upon its darkest day.

Thou art coming! At Thy table We are witnesses for 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.

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 heav’n’s remotest end, Glorified, adored, and owned!

— Adapted from Frances Ridley Havergal.