Behold, He Comes!

 
BEHOLD, behold, the Bridegroom comes!
Go forth, ye saints, to meet Him;
Rejoicing, such a hope becomes,
With joy, then, may we greet Him.
Soon shall we see Him face to face,
Behold Him in His glory;
Then, taken to His home, retrace
His love’s delightful story.
Oh, now may we His will perform
Where grace has made us strangers;
In cloud and sunshine, calm and storm,
Through trials, toils, and dangers:
And, when the race of faith is run,—
The heart kept firm and fervent,
What joy to hear Him say, well done,
My true and faithful servant.
The seat He grants us on His throne,
The crown each brow surrounding,
The hidden manna, name on stone,
All flow from grace abounding.
Such precious gifts, who can but prize
As tokens of His favor?
This gives them value in our eyes,
And, to the heart, their savor.
But, oh! His deep, unbounded love,
Enduring, sweet, eternal,
Unites the heart to Him above,
And keeps it fresh and vernal.
Enchain’d by love, we do not swerve,
Our steps are true and steady;
In Him abiding, Him we serve,
For His blest coming, ready.