Thou Art Coming, O My Saviour

1Thou art coming,
O my Saviour,
Thou art coming,
O my King,
In Thy beauty allresplendent,
In Thy glory alltranscendent;
Well may we rejoice and sing:
Coming! in the opening east Herald brightness slowly swells;
Coming!
O my glorious Priest,
Hear we not Thy golden bells?

2Thou 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,
Ringing out our love to Thee,
Pouring out our rapture sweet At Thine own allglorious feet.

3Thou 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 must make us strong,
Joyful patience can endure.

4O the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, our own beloved Lord!
Every tongue Thy name confessing,
Worship, honor, 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.