1 "Behold, I come," the Savior cries,
“With wingèd speed I come;
My voice shall call your souls away
To their eternal home.
2 “Awake, ye sons of sloth, awake;
Your vain amusements cease;
And strive with your united powers,
That ye be found in peace.
3 “Seize the blest hour with ardent haste,
Nor slight this peaceful word,
Lest your affrighted souls in vain
Fly from My flaming sword.
4 "Happy the man, whose ready heart
Obeys the sacred call;
And shelters in My covenant grace
His everlasting all."
5 Blest Jesus, whose all searching eye
My inmost powers can see,
Dost Thou not know my willing soul
Has lodged that all with Thee?
6 These eager eyes Thy signal wait;
My dear Redeemer, come;
I rove a weary pilgrim here,
And long to be at home.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10663
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10663||"Behold, I Come," The Savior Cries||"Behold, I come," the Savior cries||HUNNYS||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751||CM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures</cite>, by Job Orton (J. Eddowes and J. Cotton, 1755)|