SS&S 282

Thou art coming, O my Saviour

Thou art coming, O my Saviour
Thou art coming, O my King!
Every tongue Thy name confessing,
Well may we rejoice and sing!
Thou art coming! Rays of glory
Thro' the vail Thy death has rent
Gladden now our pilgrim pathway,
Glory from Thy presence sent.

Thou art coming! Thou art coming
We shall meet Thee on Thy way!
Thou art coming! we shall see Thee,
And be like Thee on that day!
Thou art coming! Thou art coming I
Jesus, our beloved Lord!
Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning,
Worshipped, glorified, adored!

Thou art coming! Not a shadow,
Not a mist, and not a tear,
Not a sin, and not a sorrow,
On that sunrise grand and clear:
Thou art coming! Jesus, Saviour,
Nothing else seems worth a thought;
Oh, how marvellous the glory
And the bliss Thy pain hath bought.

Thou art coming! We are waiting
With a “hope “that cannot fail,
Asking not the day or hour,
Anchored safe within the vail.
Thou art coming! At Thy table
We are witnesses for this,
As we meet Thee in communion,
Earnest of our coming bliss.