Beverley (William Henry Monk)

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  • CPDL #10579:     
Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2007-11-06).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 60 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: Thou art coming, O my Saviour
Lyricist: Frances Ridley Havergal
Tune: Beverley
Composer: William Henry Monk

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 87. 887. 77. 77

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:


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Original text and translations

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1. Thou art coming, O my Saviour!
Thou art coming, O my King!
In Thy beauty all resplendent,
In Thy glory all transcendent;
Well may we rejoice and sing;
Coming: in the opening east
Herald brightness slowly swells;
Coming: O thou glorious Priest!
Hear we not Thy golden bells?

2. 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,
Music rapturously sweet,
Pouring out our love to Thee
At thine own all-glorious feet.

3. Thou art coming; at Thy table
We are witnesses for this;
While remembering hearts thou meetest
In communion clearest, sweetest,
Earnest of our coming bliss;
Showing not Thy death alone,
And Thy love exceeding great,
But Thy coming, and Thy throne,
All for which we long and wait.

4. Thou art coming, we are waiting
With a hope that cannot fail;
Asking not the day or hour,
Resting on Thy word of power,
Anchored safe within the veil.
Time appointed may be long,
But the vision must be sure;
Certainty shall make us strong,
Joyful patience can endure.

5. O the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, our own beloved Lord!
Every tongue Thy Name confessing,
Worship honour, glory, blessing
Brought to Thee with one accord;
Thee, our Master and our Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned,
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned!