HE'S coming, coming, coming!
My own dear loved Bridegroom;
I'm waiting, waiting, longing;
Ill see Him very soon.
He is the one chief treasure,
Above ten thousand chief;
My heart's deep sighs and longings,
Are soon to be relieved.
He bought me with a purchase;
His blood most precious gave;
His life laid down in ransom,
His own loved one to save.
Descending from the heaven,
The trump of God will sound
Archangel's voice far-reaching,
The sleeping saints are found.
From dust and from corruption,
They answer to His call,
Who is the Resurrection,
My Life, my Hope, my all
He's coming, coming, coming!
My own dear loved Bridegroom,
I'm waiting, waiting longing
I'll see Him very soon.
C. E