| Thou art coming, O my Savior! 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 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. | | 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! | |