Hymn 49
Thou art coming, O my Saviour,
Iwọ mbọ̀ wá, Oluwa mi
- Thou art coming, O my Saviour,
Thou art coming, O my King,
In Thy beauty all-resplendent,
In Thy glory all-transcendent;
Well may we 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 ever say:
What an anthem that will be,
Music rapturously sweet,
Pouring out our love to Thee
At Thine own all -glorious feet. - 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. - Oh the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee my own belovèd Lord!
Every tongue Thy name confessing,
Worship, honour, glory, blessing
Brought to Thee with one accord;
Thee, my Master and my Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned;
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified, adored, and own’d. Amen.