In Thine own word, oh, bless­èd Lord
Thy com­ing is fore­told;
We can not say how soon the day
Will dawn and we be­hold
The won­drous to­ken, of Thy word spok­en,
Thy com­ing for Thine own.

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O com­ing King of kings,
My heart with rap­ture sings,
I’ll tell the sto­ry of Thy glo­ry,
Coming King of kings.

Oh, grant that we ere long may see
Thy com­ing in the sky,
In splen­dor bright and rai­ment white,
With an­gels from on high;
Oh, speed the dawn­ing of that glad morn­ing,
The com­ing of the King.

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