Behold, a rider, upon a white horse,
T’was the man, the man, yes, the one from the cross;
He’s carrying a bow, and he’s wearing a crown,
Going forth to conquer, all forces of evil to put them down.
He’s majestic and mighty, and shining all bright,
The Faithful True witness, with his sceptre of right;
He rules from his kingdom, all glorious above,
To conquer men’s hearts by the power of his love.
His crown is all glorious, declaring he’s Lord,
All power in the heaven’s and on the earth to spend;
To the uttermost parts of the globe he treads,
His gospel of grace awakening the dead.
From China to Russia, Africa, the West,
Nothing can stop him, for he’s both Lord and Christ;
He’s come for his people, he reigns for their good,
No army, no war, no powerful force, Jehovah! He’s God
And I looked, and behold, a white horse!
Galloping, galloping to win those yet lost,
Its invincible Rider, Almighty King Jesus, he ever lives,
And for all those who trust him, eternal life he gives.