He Is Coming For Me

Do you know why I’m longing for the coming of the Lord, And watching His glory to see?

‘Tis because He’s my Bridegroom, beloved, and adored,

And I know He is coming for me.

Do you know why no longer I can call the world my home, My heart from its fetters is free? 

‘Tis because I am waiting my Bridegroom to come, 

And I know He is coming for me.

Do you know why He’s robed me in garments of white,

And bidden me ready to be….

With oil in my vessel, and my lamp trimmed and bright?

‘Tis because He is coming for me.

Do you know why I’m sending the tidings to all,

And warning from judgment to flee?….

He has sent me His guests to the wedding to call,

For He’s coming, and coming for me.

OH! He’s coming after me, Like Him I shall ever be.

I’m so glad that He is coming after me.

He is coming after me, And His glory I shall see,

I’m so gad He is coming for me.

– A. B. Simpson