Coming, coming, yes, they are, Coming, coming, from afar ; From the wild and scorching desert, Afric's sons of colour deep ; Jesus' love has drawn and won them, At the cross they bow and weep.
2. Coming, coming, yes, they are, Coming, coming, from afar; From the fields and crowded cities, China gathers to His feet ; In His love Shem's gentle children Now have found a safe retreat.
3. Coming, coming, yes, they are, Coming, coming, from afar ; From the Indies and the Ganges, Steady flows the living stream, To love's ocean, to His bosom, Calvary their wondering theme.
4. Coming, coming, yes, they are, Coming, coming, from afar; From the steppes of Russia dreary, From Slavonia's scattered lands, They are yielding soul and spirit Into Jesus' loving hands.
5. Coming, coming, yes, they are, Coming, coming, from afar ; From the frozen realms of midnight, Over many a weary mile, To exchange their soul's long winter For the summer of His smile.
6. Coming, coming, yes, they are, Coming, coming, from afar ; All to meet in plains of glory, All to sing His praises sweet ; What a chorus, what a meeting With the family complete !