Behold Behold
oh beautiful Zion
your Lover, your King
the very Word of God made flesh
to dwell among us
this is the King of Angels
of Saints
the very King of kings
let us sing our songs of praise
let us raise our voice this day
born is the King of Angels and Saints
in a manger sleeps the Babe
the very Son of God doth lay
Behold Behold
beside the well
is a woman
doomed for fires of hell
yet she hears that tender voice
of the Baby now all grown
who once did make a barn His home
this child of the living God
so precious to a loving God
Jesus saith unto her
"Give Me to drink"
but twas her to drink from a well that day
the living water
springs of life
joy to this fallen race
Behold Behold
cometh a man
to feed us with the bread of life
to heal us from all sin and toil
He along a can break the yoke of sin
for He along is God's own kin
equal to the Father above
submitted for infinite love
to be born among the beast
and make His bead among their feed
now He lives without a home
a pilgrim with not a place of His own
He owns the cattle of thousand hills
yet chooses to go hungry if
He can give just one plate
to a hungered pilgrim mate
Behold Behold my dear Lord God
stripped naked by a wicked mob
beaten and nailed to a cross
weeping women stand afar off
and on that cross mocked and beaten
is where victory is achieved
"it is finished"
the conqueror shouts
and heavens sing and shout
what a sight to behold
the Saviour of the world
agonized by pain untold
blood and water gusheth fourth
my Saviour dieth of a broken heart
now the King of angels lay
again in another cave
Behold Behold
its been three days
how long must the Saviour lay
why search ye for the living among the dead
say the angels seated at the foot and head
folded garments tell us of
a risen Saviour
proclaim His love
don't believe the false report
the Saviour is risen
His love the shine
the human race reconciled with our God divine!
Behold Behold
our Great High Priest
with my tears I'd wash His feet
my prayers are heard by God on High
my Lord my Saviour
always nigh
Behold Behold
He's coming soon
go beyond the cross to the empty tomb
the fallen saints arise
and to the Holy God they cry
HALLELUJAH God on High!
He's tarried long
just that His church may learn the hymn
the new song of Moses
that is heaven's song to Him
and only we can sing that song
as angels fold their wings
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