Behold, He Cometh (Seamans)

Behold

He com­eth with clouds

The King of kings to be;

And ev­ery eye His face shall see

Shine forth in dread­ful ma­jes­ty.

Behold

He com­eth with clouds

The Vic­tor ov­er sin;

Lift up your heads

O ye gates

And let the King come in;

Be lift­ed up

ye ev­er­last­ing doors

No let His reign be­gin;

Wide op­en sing

and let the King

The King of glo­ry in.

Behold

He com­eth with clouds

The Judge whom all must meet;

And they who pierc­ed His hands and feet

Shall stand be­fore His judg­ment seat.

Behold

He com­eth with clouds

All earth­ly pomp shall pale;

All kin­dreds of the earth shall wail

And sin­ful men be­fore Him quail.

Behold

He com­eth with clouds

His com­ing draw­eth near;

Come

now His voice of mer­cy hear—

Be rea­dy when He shall ap­pear.