Advent Song by Frances Ridley Havergal

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 25, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 12.

Advent Song

By Frances Ridley Havergal

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 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! Rays of glory Through the veil Thy death has rent, Touch the mountain and the river With a golden glowing quiver, Thrill of light and music blent. Earth is brightened when this gleam Falls on flower and rock and stream; Life is brightened when this ray Falls upon its darkest day.

Not a cloud and not a shadow, Not a mist and not a tear, Not a sin and not a sorrow, Not a dim and veiled to-morrow, For that sunrise grand and clear! Jesus, Saviour, once with Thee, Nothing else seems worth a thought! O how marvelous will be All the bliss Thy pain hath bought!

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.

Thou art coming! We are waiting With a hope that can not fail; Asking not the day 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!

— Frances Ridley Havergal.