Thou art coming, O my Savior!

Verse 1

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 op'ning east herald brightness slowly swells: coming! O my glorious Priest, hear we not thy golden bells?

Verse 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.

Verse 3

O the joy to see thee reigning, thee, my own beloved Lord! Ev'ry tongue thy name confessing, worship, honor, glory, blessing brought to thee with glad accord; thee, my Master and my Friend, vindicated and enthroned; unto earth's remotest end glorified, adored, and owned.