BEHOLD, HE COMETH

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 10, 1871

BEHOLD, HE COMETH.

Not in poverty and shame, As when first to earth He came, When by human power and pride Scorned, insulted, crucified; Not with cymbals, fife, nor drum, Will the conqu’ring Hero come; Not with banners floating high, Rent with shot, of grey dye; Not with thund’ring cannon peal, Not by armies clad in steel,

Will His regal feet be set On the heights of Olivet; But in clouds will Zion’s King Come, as on the lightning’s wing. Saints redeemed, the quick, the dead, Shall attend their glorious Head; Robed in light, the angel choir— Spirits—ministers of fire— Fire, hail, and wind, and storm, Shall surround His dazzling form.

Ev’ry eye that form shall see; They, who nailed him to the tree; They, who dared—the self-accursed— Mock with gall his dying thirst. Every knee to him shall bow; Low shall bend each haughty brow, Ev’ry guilty heart shall quake— Heav’n, and earth, and seas, shall shake. Have the hill-tops caught his light? Watchman! tell us of the night.

—Prophetic Times.