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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>HE IS COMING, HE IS COMING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Men will see the Son of Man coming in clouds with great power and glory.” Mark 13:26</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_a_l_alexander_cf.jpg" alt="Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander (1818-1895)" width="107.333333333333" height="132.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_l_alexander_cfh.html" target="_blank">Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander</a>, 1848.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Lux Eoi,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_u_sullivan_as.html" target="_blank">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a>, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_luxeoi.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_u_sullivan_as.jpg" alt="Arthur Seymour Sullivan (1842-1900)" width="131.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"></td>
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<p>He is coming, He is coming,<br>
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Not as once He came before,<br>
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Wailing Infant born in weakness<br>
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On a lowly stable floor;<br>
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But upon His cloud of glory,<br>
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In the crimson tinted sky,<br>
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Where we see the golden sunrise,<br>
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In the rosy distance lie.</p>
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<p>He is coming, He is coming,<br>
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Not as once He wandered through<br>
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All the hostile land of Judah,<br>
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With His followers poor and few;<br>
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But with all the holy angels<br>
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Waiting round His judgment seat,<br>
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And the chosen twelve Apostles,<br>
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Sitting crownèd at His feet.</p>
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<p>He is coming, He is coming,<br>
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Let His lowly first estate,<br>
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And His tender love, so teach us<br>
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That in faith and hope we wait,<br>
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Till in glory eastward burning,<br>
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Our redemption draweth near,<br>
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And we see the sign in heaven<br>
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Of our Judge and Savior dear.</p>
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