Hark! The Cry, “Behold, He Cometh”

Hark! the cry

Behold

He com­eth

Hark! the cry

The Bride­groom’s near

These are ac­cents fall­ing sweet­ly

On the ran­somed sin­ner’s ear.

Man may dis­be­lieve the tid­ings

Or in an­ger turn away;

’Tis fore­told there shall be scoff­ers

Rising in the lat­ter day:

But He’ll come

the Lord from Heav­en

Not to suf­fer or to die;

But to take His wait­ing peo­ple

To their glo­ri­ous rest on high.

Happy they who stand ex­pect­ing

Christ

the Sav­ior

to ap­pear;

Sad for those who do not love Him

Those who do not wish Him here.

But in mer­cy still He lin­gers

Lengthening out the day of grace;

Till He comes

in­vit­ing sin­ners

To His wel­come

fond em­brace.