Thou art coming, O my Saviour Thou art coming, O my King ! Every tongue Thy name confessing, Well may we rejoice and sing ! Thou art coming ! Rays of glory Thro' the vail Thy death has rent Gladden now our pilgrim pathway, Glory from Thy presence sent.
Thou art coming ! Thou art coming We shall meet Thee on Thy way ! Thou art coming ! we shall see Thee, And be like Thee on that day ! Thou art coming ! Thou art coming I Jesus, our beloved Lord ! Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning, Worshipped, glorified, adored !
2. Thou art coming ! Not a shadow, Not a mist, and not a tear, Not a sin, and not a sorrow, On that sunrise grand and clear: Thou art coming ! Jesus, Saviour, Nothing else seems worth a thought ; Oh, how marvellous the glory And the bliss Thy pain hath bought.
3. Thou art coming ! We are waiting With a " hope " that cannot fail, Asking not the day or hour, Anchored safe within the vail. Thou art coming ! At Thy table We are witnesses for this, As we meet Thee in communion, Earnest of our coming bliss.