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.
From the fields and crowded cities,
China gathers to His feet;
In His love Shem’s gentle children,
Now have found a safe retreat.
From the Indus, and the Ganges,
Steady flows the living stream,
To love’s ocean, to His bosom,
Calvary their wond’ring theme.
From the steppes of Russia dreary,
From Slavonia’s scattered lands,
They are yielding soul and spirit
Into Jesus’ loving hands.
From the frozen realms of midnight,
Over many a weary mile,
To exchange their soul’s long winter
For the summer of His smile.
All to meet in plains of glory,
All to sing His praises sweet;
What a chorus, what a meeting,
With the family complete!