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Thou art coming, O my Saviour,
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| 1. | 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 my glorious Priest, |
| | Hear we not Thy golden bells? |
| 2. | 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, |
| | Ringing out our love to Thee, |
| | Pouring out our rapture sweet |
| | At Thine own all-glorious feet. |
| 3. | 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. |
| 4. | Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning, |
| | Thee, my own beloved Lord! |
| | Every tongue Thy Name confessing, |
| | Worship, honour, glory, blessing, |
| | Brought to Thee with one accord; |
| | Thee, my Master and my Friend, |
| | Vindicated and enthroned, |
| | Unto earth's remotest end |
| | Glorified, adored, and owned! |