VERSE 1
The King in His beauty is walking with man
They meet in the cool of the day
He knows that tomorrow holds thistles and thorns
A curse that will drive them away
VERSE 2
The King in His beauty is leaving His throne
Though thorns and a cross lie ahead
To take all the ugliness of His beloved
And give her His beauty instead
CHORUS
Oh, come, behold
The wonder Isaiah foretold
The King hides His beauty from scoffing humanity
But eyes of faith can see
VERSE 3
The King in His beauty is calling today
Arise, my beloved, arise
The winter is past and the harvest has come
And you are My treasure, My prize
REPEAT CHORUS
VERSE 4
The King in His beauty is coming again
The banquet is spread – come and dine
The universe echoes His jubilant cry
At last My beloved is Mine!
At last My beloved is Mine!
The King in His beauty is coming again