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! |