Coming, Coming, Yes, They Are

Coming

com­ing

yes they are

Coming

com­ing from afar

From the wild and scorch­ing de­sert

Afric’s sons awaked from sleep;

Jesus’ love has drawn and won them

At His cross they bow and weep.

From the fields and crowd­ed ci­ties

China ga­thers to His feet;

In His love Shem’s gen­tle child­ren

Now have found a safe re­treat.

From the In­dus

and the Gan­ges

Steady flows the liv­ing stream

To love’s ocean

to His bo­som

Calvary their won­d’ring theme.

From the steppes of Rus­sia drea­ry

From Sla­von­ia’s scat­tered lands

They are yield­ing soul and spir­it

Into Je­sus’ lov­ing hands.

From the froz­en realms of mid­night

Over ma­ny a wea­ry mile

To ex­change their soul’s long win­ter

For the sum­mer of His smile.

All to meet in plains of glo­ry

All to sing His prais­es sweet;

What a chor­us

what a meet­ing

With the fa­mi­ly com­plete!