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 opening east,

       Herald brightness slowly swells:

       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 Thy coming and Thy throne,

       All for which we long and wait.

 4  Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning,

       Thee, my own beloved Lord!

    Every tongue Thy Name confessing,

    Worship, honor, glory, blessing,

       Brought to Thee with one accord;

       Thee, my Master and my Friend,

       Vindicated and enthroned,

       Unto earth's remotest end

       Glorified, adored, and owned!