Behold, He quickly comes;
He leaps upon the mountains,
And o’er the hills He runs.
The signs of His appearing
Are seen on every side;
The Bridegroom soon is coming
To claim His loving Bride.
Come quickly, Lord, again!
We watch for His appearing,
His precious Word amen.
Oh, don’t delay His coming,
Pray without ceasing, pray;
He’s eagerly awaiting
That coming wedding day.
He longs to see our face—
Our voices filled with sweetness,
Our countenance with grace.
“Arise, My love, My fair one,
We long to hear Him say.
The voice of our Beloved—
“Arise and come away!”
The flowers appear on earth;
The rising sun of Jesus
Fills all our hearts with mirth.
It is the time of singing,
The turtle dove is heard;
For our Beloved’s coming
The sweetest chords are stirred.
That spoil the blooming vine;
Our vineyards are in blossom,
And all, Beloved, is Thine.
The day is quickly dawning,
The shadows flee away;
Upon the mount of spices
Our Lord may come today.