When He Cometh (Cushing)

When He com­eth

when He com­eth

To make up His jew­els

All His jew­els

pre­cious jew­els

His loved and His own.

Like the stars of the morn­ing

His bright­ness adorn­ing

They shall shine in their beau­ty

Bright gems for His crown.

He will ga­ther

He will ga­ther

The gems for His king­dom;

All the pure ones

all the bright ones

His loved and His own.

Little child­ren

lit­tle child­ren

Who love their Re­deem­er

Are the jew­els

pre­cious jew­els

His loved and His own.