Coming, Yes, We’re Coming

lyricist: Fanny Crosby, 1875
Composer: Howard Doane

How sweet the call of mer­cy

Inviting ev­ery heart

To come and love their Sav­ior

Ere youth­ful days de­part;

’Tis in the Holy Bi­ble

These pre­cious words we see:

Forbid ye not the child­ren

But let them come to Me.

Coming

yes

we’re com­ing

Coming

yes

we’re com­ing

Coming

yes

we’re com­ing

Dear Sav­ior

to Thy fold.

(repeat soft­ly)

O may His Spir­it teach us

To know and do the right;

To walk as He com­mands us

That we may see the light;

The bless­èd light that shin­eth

Along the nar­row way

And al­ways grow­eth bright­er

Unto the per­fect day.

Our Sav­ior loves the child­ren

On them His hands He laid

Within His arms He held them

And blessed them while He prayed;

And still His mer­cy calls them;

Just now we hear Him say:

I want your hearts

dear child­ren

I want your love to­day.

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