Thou art coming, O my Savior

Thou art coming

O my Savior

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 my glorious Priest

Hear we not Thy golden bells?

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

Ringing out our love to Thee

Pouring out our rapture sweet

At Thine own all-glorious feet.

Thou art coming

at Thy Table

We are witnesses for this;

While rememb’ring 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.

Oh

the joy to see Thee reigning

Thee

my own beloved Lord!

Every tongue Thy Name confessing

Worship

honor

glory

blessing

Brought to Thee with one accord;

Thee

my Master and my Friend

Vindicated and enthroned

Unto earth’s remotest end

Glorified

adored

and owned!