He Is Coming (Bonar)

He is com­ing

and the tid­ings

Now are roll­ing wide and far

As the light flows out in glad­ness

From yon bright and morn­ing-star.

He is com­ing; and the tid­ings

Sweep through­out the will­ing air

With the hope that ends for­ev­er

Time’s dark ages of des­pair.

See the earth from dreams and slum­ber

Rouse it­self to say

Amen;

Land and ocean bid Him wel­come

Flood and for­est join the strain.

He is com­ing

and the mount­ains

Of Ju­dea ring again;

See Je­ru­sa­lem awak­en

Rise and shout her glad Am­en.

He is com­ing; wastes of Hor­eb

Now awak­en and re­joice!

Hills of Mo­ab

cliffs of Ed­om

Lift the too long si­lent voice!

He is com­ing

sea of So­dom

Come to heal thy lep­rous brine

To re­turn thy palm and myr­tle

Olive’s fruit and joy­ous vine.

He is com­ing

blight­ed Car­mel

To re­store thy ol­ive bow­ers;

He is com­ing

fad­ed Sha­ron

To give back thee all thy flow­ers.

Sons of Gen­tile-trod­den Ju­dah

Waken and be­hold: He comes!

Long so land­less

king­less ex­iles

Go and seek your long lost homes.

Back to deep and an­cient val­leys

Which your fa­thers loved so well

In their now long crum­bled ci­ties

Let their child­ren’s child­ren dwell.

Drain the last drop of the worm­wood

From your na­tion’s bit­ter cup;

’Tis the bit­ter­est

but the lat­est

Now make haste and drink it up.

For He comes

thy true Mes­si­ah

Thine an­oint­ed roy­al king;

See Him come

in love and glo­ry:

For thee end­less joy He brings.

Yes

thy migh­ty king is com­ing

Putting end to woes and wrongs;

Giving joy in place of mourn­ing

Turning all thy sighs to songs.

Now are dried the tears of ag­es:

Now you wear

as once of old

Heav’nly dia­dem of beau­ty

Precious crown of pur­est gold.

He has lift­ed thee from sad­ness

Set thee on the high­est throne

As Mes­si­ah’s chosen na­tion

Blessèd

best be­lov­èd one.

Wipe the stain and dust of ex­ile

From thy worn and wea­ry feet;

Come with songs of glo­ri­ous tri­umph

Come thy Sav­ior now to greet.