Coming, coming, we are coming To Thy temple, gracious Lord, To receive the blessed 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.
2. Singing, singing, we are singing Of Thy wondrous love so free, How it floweth 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 ! "
3. 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, by Thy watch-care, We may all protected be. Every hand be quick to labour, And our hearts be stayed on Thee.