Thou Art Coming O My Savior Havergal
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?
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.
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.