First Line: 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 !

2 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.

3 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.