I Am Coming

Sad and wea­ry

lone and drea­ry

Lord

I would Thy call ob­ey;

Thee be­liev­ing

Christ re­ceiv­ing

I would come to Thee to­day.

I am com­ing

I am com­ing

Coming

Sav­ior

to be blessed;

I am com­ing

I am com­ing

Coming

Lord

to Thee for rest.

Thou

the holy

meek and low­ly

Jesus

un­to Thee I come;

Keep me ev­er

let me nev­er

From Thy bless­èd keep­ing roam.

Here abid­ing

in Thee hid­ing

Seeks my wea­ry soul to rest;

Till the dawn­ing of the morn­ing

When I wake amongst the blessed.

Be Thou near me

keep and cheer me

Thro’ life’s dark and stor­my way;

Turn my sad­ness in­to glad­ness

Turn my dark­ness in­to day.