Thou art coming, O my Saviour
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8.7.8.8.7.7.7.7. 1 Thou art coming, O my Saviour, Thou art coming, O my King, I Thy beauty all resplendent, In Thy glory all transcendent; Well may we rejoice and sing; Coming! In the op’ning east Herald brightness slowly swell: 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 for which we long and wait. 4 O the joy to see Thee reigning, Thee, my own beloved Lord! Ev’ry tongue Thy Name confessing, Worship, honour, glory, blessing, Brought to Thee with one accord; Thee, my Master and my Friend, Vindicated and enthron’d, Unto earth’s remotest end Glorified, adore, and own’d! F.R. Havergal