Thou art coming, O my Saviour!
Frances R. Havergal, 1873
|Thou art coming, O my Saviour!|
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 thou glorious Priest!
Hear we not thy golden bells?
2. Thou art coming, thou art coming;
|3. Thou art coming; at thy table|
We are witnesses for this;
While remembering 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.
4. Thou art coming, we are waiting
|5. O the joy to see thee reigning,|
Thee, our own beloved Lord!
Every tongue thy Name confessing,
Worship honour, glory, blessing
Brought to thee with one accord;
Thee, our Master and our Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned,
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned!