Beloved Son

Strange and wond'rous signs, it seems,
Fill mind and soul and dreams.
As He who rose through clouds on high,
Returns, King of kings upon His thigh.

He’ll come again as He had gone,
While angels praise in adoring song.
His own to Himself He shall receive
And conquer the one who do'st deceive.

We serve indeed a gracious God,
Who in His time will give the nod
Of Holy head with fire-filled eye.
Oh man, repent while there is time!

What man is this of Nazareth;
This carpenter of lowly birth?
Yea, see the trees that clap their hands,
The seas that break upon the sands,

The stars and multitudes on high.
His Name becomes an anthem cry,
Whose blood was shed,
For us He bled.

Jesus is God, Lord and King.
Let every voice in witness sing.
As at His feet we fall in love,
The Spirit o'er Him, shalom dove.

And as elders fall 'neath His throne and pray,
Father God is heard to say,
"Oh beloved Son,
Nought was in vain!"