He Is Coming (McKee)

We are look­ing for the dawn­ing

Of a bright­er

grand­er day

And the cur­tains of the morn­ing-tide

Will soon be swept away;

Are you rea­dy for His com­ing?

Will you hast­en to ob­ey

When the king­ly One is call­ing

And the clouds have paved His way?

He is com­ing

He is com­ing

He is com­ing

and our faith will hold Him fast;

He is com­ing

He is com­ing

To His ran­somed ones at last;

We may hear His state­ly step­pings

’Mid the ru­ins of the past.

Have you sown be­side the wa­ters?

Are you rea­dy now to say

I have scat­tered with an op­en hand

My sheaves about me lay;

Now my sun is slow­ly west’ring

While its beams around me stray;

Come

O sun of right­eous­ness

arise!

Assume the scep­tered sway.

Have you giv­en to the nee­dy

More than mor­tal can re­pay?

Have you led them to the fount­ain

Flashing out a heal­ing spray?

Are you look­ing to the east­ward

Hoping

wait­ing while you may?

All will soon be sweet fru­ition

Widely flung the por­tals grey.