Thou Art Coming My Beloved


Thou art coming, my Beloved,
Thou art coming once again;
Not a man of tears and sorrows,
But a king of kings to reign;
And to rule in regal splendor
Where such sorrow pierced Thy heart,
Can it be, Thou best Beloved,
Coming, never to depart?

Refrain:
We are waiting, we are watching,
We are waiting, we are watching,
For the coming of the Lord;
We are waiting, we are watching,
We are waiting, we are watching,
For the coming of the Lord.

We are waiting, we are watching,
For the coming of Thy feet,
With our hearts aflame with glory,
Waiting at the mercy seat;
And tho’ winds and waves chastise us,
While on life’s tempestuous sea,
We would surely sink and perish
But for hope of seeing Thee. [Refrain]

Blessed hope that makes the desert
Now to blossom as the rose;
In the rough and rugged places,
Still our hearts doth find repose,
In the hope that we shall see Thee,
And shall lean upon Thy breast,
And then reign with Thee forever
In the land of perfect rest. [Refrain]