We Are Coming (Crosby)

Coming

com­ing

we are com­ing

To Thy tem­ple

gra­cious Lord

To re­ceive the bless­èd teach­ing

Of Thy pure and per­fect Word;

Meekly would we learn our du­ty

Learn it kneel­ing at Thy feet

While a ra­di­ance from Thy glo­ry

Covers all the mer­cy-seat.

Singing

sing­ing

we are sing­ing

How Thy won­drous love

so free

Floweth on­ward

ev­er on­ward

Like a vast and migh­ty sea;

And our souls mount up with glad­ness

While we swell the lof­ty strain

Glory

glo­ry

hal­le­lu­jah

To the Lamb for sin­ners slain!

Praying

pray­ing

we are pray­ing

That Thy Spir­it

like a dove

May des­cend with gifts of mer­cy

From Thy gra­cious hand ab­ove;

Lord

we ask

that in Thy watch-care

We may all pro­tect­ed be

Every hand be quick to la­bor

And our hearts be stayed on Thee.