I come quickly. Revelation 22:20
Words: Frances R. Havergal, in The Rock, 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.
Music: Beverley William H. Monk, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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 see it you can never unsee.
Maria Havergal, Memorials of F. R. H.
Thou art coming, O my Savior,
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 my glorious priest,
Hear we not Thy golden bells?
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,
Ringing out our love to Thee,
Pouring out our rapture sweet
At Thine own all glorious feet!
Thou art coming! Rays of glory
Through the veil Thy death has rent,
Touch the mountain and the river
With a golden glowing quiver,
Thrill of light and music blent.
Earth is brightened when this gleam
Falls on flower, rock, and stream;
Life is brightened when this ray
Falls upon its darkest day.
Not a cloud and not a shadow,
Not a mist and not a tear,
Not a sin and not a sorrow,
For that sunrise grand and clear!
Jesus, Savior, once with Thee,
Nothing else seems worth a thought!
Oh, how marvelous will be
All the bliss Thy pain hath bought!
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.
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.
O the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, my own belovèd Lord!
Every tongue Thy name confessing,
Worship, honor, glory, blessing
Brought to Thee with glad accord!
Thee, my master and my friend,
Vindicated and enthroned;
Unto earth’s remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned!