1 Thou art coming, O, my Savior,
Thou art coming, Christ, my Lord,
And what joy to my poor spirit,
Does this glorious thought afford;
Thou art coming in Thy glory,
And each tongue Thy praise shall swell,
For Thou comest as a victor
Over sin and death and hell.
Chorus:
Thou art coming, Jesus, Savior, not a man of sorrows now,
But a King of kings eternal and with glory on Thy brow;
How it hastes on wings of angels, does this blest millennial day;
May we all be watching, ready, Lord, to meet Thee on Thy way.
2 Thou art coming decked in glory,
Like ten thousand blazing suns,
And thy stay will not be transient,
For with Thee the kingdom comes;
With thy train of saints and angels,
And thy bright, resplendant throne,
Thou art coming in Thy triumph,
To call all Thy children home. [Chorus]
3 Thou art coming, graves shall open,
And the show decaying bones
Of dead saints shall then be quickened,
‘Mid the crash of tott’ring thrones;
All Thy living saints enraptured
Then shall meet Thee on Thy way,
And be like Thee in Thy glory
When they see Thee in that day. [Chorus]
4 Thou art coming, marching millions
With their cruel clash of arms
Shall be stopped in bloodiest conflict,
While the sight each soul alarms;
Scenes most awful, now secluded,
Shall be seen in plainest sight,
While the foulest schemes of monsters
Shall appear in clearest light. [Chorus]
5 Thou art coming! not a sorrow,
Nor a tear, regret, or pain
Shall be felt by those confiding
In the merits of Thy name;
They will share with Thee Thy triumph,
While eternal ages roll,
O, the joy, the bliss, the glory!
How the thought transports the soul. [Chorus]