Thou art coming, O my Savior!

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?

Thou art coming, Thou art coming;

We shall meet Thee on Thy way;

We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee,

We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee

All our hearts could never say;

What an anthem that will be,

Music rapturously sweet,

Pouring out our love to Thee

At Thine own all-glorious feet.

Thou art coming; at Thy Table

We are witnesses for this;

While rememb'ring 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.

Thou art coming; we are waiting

With a hope that cannot fail;

Asking not the day or hour,

Resting on Thy word of power,

Anchored safe within the veil.

Time appointed may be long,

But the vision must be sure;

Certainty shall make us strong,

Joyful patience can endure.

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!