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<h2>THOU ART COMING, O MY SAVIOR</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I come quickly.” Revelation 22:20</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_h_a_havergal_fr.jpg" alt="Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)" width="133.333333333333" height="184.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_havergal_fr.html" target="_blank">Frances Ridley Havergal</a>, in <em>The Rock</em>, 1873. Composed at Winterdyne, this is the first hymn she wrote “after her King took her by the hand and led her into the goodly land.”
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Beverley,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_monk_wh.html" target="_blank">William Henry Monk</a>, 1875 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_beverley.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_m_o_monk_wh.jpg" alt="William Henry Monk (1823-1889)" width="139.333333333333" height="178.666666666667"></td>
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<p><em>Memorials of F. R. H.</em>, by Frances Havergal’s sister, says:</p>
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<p>Some time afterwards, in answer to my question when we were talking quietly together, Frances said, “Yes, it was on Advent Sunday, December 2, 1873, I first saw clearly the blessedness of true consecration. I saw it as a flash, and when you <em>see</em> it you can never <em>unsee</em>.”</p>
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<p>Thou art coming, O my Savior, Thou art coming, O my King,<br>
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In Thy beauty all resplendent, in Thy glory all transcendent;<br>
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Well may we rejoice and sing:<br>
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Coming! in the opening east herald brightness slowly swells;<br>
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Coming! O my glorious Priest, hear we not Thy golden bells?</p>
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<p>Thou art coming, Thou art coming; we shall meet Thee on Thy way,<br>
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We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, we shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee<br>
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All our hearts could ever say:<br>
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What an anthem that will be, ringing out our love to Thee,<br>
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Pouring out our rapture sweet at Thine own all glorious feet.</p>
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<p>Thou art coming; at Thy table we are witnesses for this;<br>
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While remembering hearts Thou meetest in communion clearest, sweetest,<br>
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Earnest of our coming bliss,<br>
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Showing not Thy death alone, and Thy love exceeding great;<br>
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But Thy coming and Thy throne, all for which we long and wait.</p>
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<p>Thou art coming, we are waiting with a hope that cannot fail,<br>
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Asking not the day or hour, resting on Thy Word of power,<br>
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Anchored safe within the veil.<br>
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Time appointed may be long, but the vision must be sure;<br>
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Certainty shall make us strong, joyful patience can endure.</p>
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<p>O the joy to see Thee reigning, Thee, my own belovèd Lord!<br>
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Every tongue Thy Name confessing, worship, honor, glory, blessing<br>
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Brought to Thee with glad accord;<br>
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Thee, my Master and my Friend, vindicated and enthroned;<br>
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Unto earth’s remotest end glorified, adored, and owned!</p>
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