"But our citizenship is in heaven, and we eagerly await a Savior
from there, the Lord Jesus Christ."
(Philippians 3:20)
Barnegat, New Jersey
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Thou art coming, O my Savior,
Thou art coming, O my King,
In Thy beauty all resplendent;
We may rejoice and sing;
Coming! In the opening east
Herald brightness slowly swells;
Coming! O my glorious Priest,
Hear we not Thy golden bells?
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!
Thou art coming, we are waiting
With a hope that cannot fail,
Asking not the date or hour,
Resting on Thy word of power,
Anchored safe within the veil.
Time appointed may be long,
But the vision must be sure;
Certainty shall make us strong,
Joyful patience can endure.
O the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, my own beloved Lord!
Every tongue Thy name confessing,
Worship, honor, glory, blessing
Brought to Thee with glad accord!
Thee, my Master and my Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned;
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned!
"Thou Art Coming, O My Savior"
(1873)
Frances Ridley Havergal
(1836-1879)
English Christian poetess and hymn writer


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