Coming, coming--yes they are

Coming, coming, yes they are,
coming, coming from afar,
from the wild and scorching desert,
Afric's sons awaked from sleep;
Jesus' love has drawn and won them,
at his cross they bow and weep.

Coming, coming, yes they are,
coming, coming from afar,
from the fields and crowded cities,
China gathers to his feet;
in his love Shem's gentle children,
now have found a safe retreat.

Coming, coming, yes they are,
coming, coming from afar,
from the Indus, and the Ganges,
steady flows the living stream,
to love's ocean, to his bosom,
Calvary their wondering theme.

Coming, coming, yes they are,
coming, coming from afar,
from the frozen realms of midnight,
over many a weary mile,
to exchange their soul's long winter
for the summer of his smile.

Coming, coming, yes they are,
coming, coming from afar,
all to meet in plains of glory,
all to sing his praises sweet;
what a chorus, what a meeting,
with the family complete.

Words: J. Wakefield McGill, 1895

Music: Coming

Meter: 77 87 87

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 1999-2003.