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.