Thou art coming, O my Saviour!

1.

Thou art coming, O my Saviour!

Thou art coming, O my King!

In Thy beauty all resplendent,

In Thy glory all transcendent;

Well may we rejoice and sing;

Coming: in the opening east

Herald brightness slowly swells;

Coming: O Thou glorious Priest,

Hear we not Thy golden bells?

2.

Thou art coming, Thou art coming;

We shall meet Thee on Thy way;

We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee,

We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee

All our hearts could never say;

What an anthem that will be,

Music rapturously sweet,

Pouring out our love to Thee

At Thine own all-glorious feet.

3.

Thou art coming; at Thy table

We are witnesses for this;

While remembering hearts Thou meetest

In communion clearest, sweetest,

Earnest of our coming bliss;

Showing not Thy death alone,

And Thy love exceeding great,

But Thy coming, and Thy throne,

All for which we long and wait.

4.

Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning,

Thee, our own belovèd Lord!

Every tongue Thy Name confessing,

Worship, honor, glory, blessing

Brought to Thee with one accord;

Thee, our Master and our Friend,

Vindicated and enthroned,

Unto earth’s remotest end

Glorified, adored, and owned!