Angelic faces mirror heavens hallowed places.

With wings so deft, that dance upon its shining star.

Celestial bodies swing to and fro, casting shadows afar.

Crowns of silver mingle with the burning gold,

Leaving children smiling and saints sighing,

As the faithful sing to the melodious harps ring

Of Behold, Behold, Behold.

For,

The time has arrived for those that remain

To ever so brazen, proclaim glory’s name,

To cast their lot, and be ever so bold.

To loosen their hearts to Him that has no shame.

To claim the pure love of glory divine.

To know that it is so, that Jesus is mine.

Yea,

For the hour has arrived, that all shall know.

 And every knee shall bow before the King.

And the faithful will sing…Behold, Behold, and Behold.