“Behold, I Come,” the Savior Cries

Behold

I come

the Sav­ior cries

“With wing­èd speed I come;

My voice shall call your souls away

To their eter­nal home.

“Awake

ye sons of sloth

awake;

Your vain amuse­ments cease;

And strive with your unit­ed pow­ers

That ye be found in peace.

“Seize the blest hour with ar­dent haste

Nor slight this peace­ful word

Lest your af­fright­ed souls in vain

Fly from My flam­ing sword.

Happy the man

whose rea­dy heart

Obeys the sac­red call;

And shel­ters in My co­ve­nant grace

His ev­er­last­ing all.

Blest Je­sus

whose all search­ing eye

My in­most pow­ers can see

Dost Thou not know my will­ing soul

Has lodged that all with Thee?

These ea­ger eyes Thy sig­nal wait;

My dear Re­deem­er

come;

I rove a wea­ry pil­grim here

And long to be at home.