272. Thou Art Coming, Loving Savior

8.7.8.7.D.
1
Thou art coming, loving Savior,
 
Coming first to claim Thine own;
 
Thou art coming, faithful Savior,
 
Thou couldst not abide alone.
 
In Thy Father’s house in glory,
 
Sinners saved shall dwell with Thee;
 
Oh, the sweetness of the story,
 
Love’s own record we shall be.
2
Once Thy coming, holy Savior,
 
Expiation made for sin;
 
Wondrous coming, lowly Savior,
 
Wondrous Child in Bethlehem.
 
Thine the wisdom, in the manger,
 
Thine the power, upon the cross,
 
Thine the glory as the Stranger!
 
Riches, though in utter loss.
3
Thou art coming, gracious Savior,
 
Ah, to see Thy face we long;
 
Thou art coming, blessed, Savior,
 
Righting all creation’s wrong.
 
Nation rises against nation,
 
Trouble spreads from shore to shore.
 
Thou art God’s supreme salvation,
 
Come, and chaos shall be o’er.
4
Thou art coming, mighty Savior,
 
"King of kings," Thy written name;
 
Thou art coming, royal Savior!
 
Coming for Thy promised reign.
 
Oh, the joy, when sin’s confusion
 
Ends beneath Thy righteous sway;
 
Oh, the peace, when all delusion
 
At Thy presence dies away.
5
Thou art coming, crownèd Savior,
 
Not "the second time" for sin;
 
Thou art coming, thronèd Savior,
 
Bringing all the glory in.
 
All Thy Father’s house, its glory,
 
Hangs, by sure behest, on Thee!
 
Oh, the sweetness of the story,
 
Savior, come, we wait for Thee.