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'Behold, I Come'

  • tndaugaard
  • Jan 26, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 2, 2022

Weep no more, O heav'n resplendent!

Stow your tears, your grief is done.

Hail the kingly Star ascendant;

Bask in glory's rising Sun!


'Behold, I come.'


Waste no longer, earth, which tended

Shoals and herds and flocks with loam.

Graced anew, your shame is ended;

Man redeemed shall reach his home.


'Behold, I come.'


Wane no more, ye sprouting things;

Your burden's loosed, the curse undone.

Rills, rejoice; peaks, raise your voice!

All things, extol the Holy One!


'Behold, I come.'

the first of two poems

inspired by Annie Johnson Flint's poem "Behold I Come," and by Revelation 22:20

&

the companion to

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