|Text:||Behold, He Comes — The Judge Appears|
|Composer:||Arthur Henry Mann|
1 Behold, He Comes—the Judge appears,
With all His glories crowned:
Behold each nation, tribe and tongue,
The judgment seat surround.
2 View well the righteous, mark the joy
O’er every feature spread;
But Oh! what pale affrighted looks,
Bespeak the sinner’s dread.
3 Now truth appears, no envious cloud
Can hide her radiant face;
Now names and forms, and borrowed masks
No more shall find a place.
4 As from his sheep the shepherd parts
The goats at even-tide,
So from the good, the righteous Judge
The wicked shall divide.
5 Ranged on the right, the pious race,
Shall their glad sentence hear;
Whilst on the left, th’ungodly world
Too late their doom shall fear.
6 Among the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
May I, Lord, find a place;
Enrolled among the heirs of God,
The firstborn sons of grace.
7 Then shall I all enraptured hear
The Judge pronounce me blest;
And share the kingdom long prepared
That sweet and endless rest.
|First Line:||Behold, He Comes—the Judge appears|
|Title:||Behold, He Comes — The Judge Appears|
|Source:||Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)|
|Composer:||Arthur Henry Mann (before 1906)|
|Source:||The Methodist Hymnal (New York: The Methodist Book Concern, 1905)|
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