joice and sing: Com-ing! in the open- ing east Her-ald brightness slow-ly swells; Coming! O my glo-rious 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 O the joy to see Thee reigning, Brought to Thee with glad accord; Thee, my Master and my Friend, Vindicated and enthroned; Frances R. Havergal, 187a 261 ALFORD 7.6.8.6. D. Rev. John B. Dykes, 1875 24 4 1 Ten thousand times ten thou - sand In sparkling rai - ment bright, 254 264 The ar 'Tis B mies of the ran - somed saints Throng up the steeps of light: b fin - ished, all is finished, Their, fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the gold- en gates, And let the victors in. Rev. Henry Alford, 1867 |