BEHOLD YOUR KING by Francis Ridley Havergal

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Nov 20, 1879

BEHOLD YOUR KING

By Francis Ridley Havergal

"Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow."—Lam. 1:12.

BEHOLD your King! Though the moonlight steals Through the silvery shade of the olive-tree, No star-gemmed scepter or crown it reveals, In the solemn shades of Gethsemane; Only a form of prostrate grief Fallen, crushed, like a broken leaf. Oh, think of this sorrow, that we may know The depth of love in the depth of woe!

Behold your King! Is it nothing to you, That the crimson tokens of agony From the kingly brow must fall like dew, Through the shuddering shades of Gethsemane? Jesus himself, the Prince of Life, Bows in mysterious mortal strife. Oh, think of this sorrow, that we may know The unknown love in the unknown woe!

Behold your king, with his sorrow crowned! Alone, alone in the valley is He! The shadows of death are gathering round, And the Cross must follow Gethsemane. Darker and darker the gloom must fall, Filled is the cup—He must drink it all! Oh, think of His sorrow, that we may know His wondrous love in His wondrous woe!

—Francis Ridley Havergal.