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5 O’er every foe victorious,
He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest: The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove; His Name shall stand for ever; That Namo to us is Love. Amen.
Thou art Coming, O My Saviour
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WILLIAM HENRY MONK
1. Thou art
com - ing, O my Sav-iour, Thou art com-ing, O my King,
In Thy beau -ty
all re-splend-ent, In Thy glo - ry
Well may we re-joice and sing; Com - ing! in the opening east Her - ald brightness
slowly swells; Coming! O my glorious Priest, Hear we not Thy gold-en bells ? A-men.
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 remembering 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 Our Hope and Expectation,
o Jesus, now appear; Arise, Thou Sun, so longed for,
O'er this benighted sphere. With hearts and hands uplifted,
We plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth's redemption, That brings us unto Thee! Amen.
SARAH BORTHWICK FINDLATER