Hymn/Song Information

We are coming alleluia we are coming

We are coming, hallelujah!
we are coming home to God;
Jesus only we’re beholding,
who has washed us in His blood.
We are marching back to Salem
at the trumpet’s joyful sound,
And we’re building God’s own temple
on it’s ancient holy ground.

We are coming, oh, we’re coming,
with the glory in the soul!
Grace we’re shouting as we’re bringing
Christ, the headstone we extol.
Though as captives long we’ve suffered,
we do feel the royal blood,
And we’re rising to our freedom
in the fullness of our God.

While we’re working, we are fighting
all the mighty foes around;
Though in wrath they do oppose us
we will not desert the ground.
O my God, do Thou remember all
those wicked, plotting crews,
Hear them saying in derision,
“Now what do these feeble Jews?”

We are coming, oh, we’re coming,
with the glory in the soul!
Grace we’re shouting as we’re bringing
Christ, the headstone we extol.
Though as captives long we’ve suffered,
we do feel the royal blood,
And we’re rising to our freedom
in the fullness of our God.

Thou art coming, mighty Jesus,
in the power of Thy grace;
Now our souls break forth in singing
at the smiling of Thy face.
Fear of sect, a mount of terror,
Thou hast made an open plain,
And the misty fogs of error
all have vanished in Thy name.

We are coming, oh, we’re coming,
with the glory in the soul!
Grace we’re shouting as we’re bringing
Christ, the headstone we extol.
Though as captives long we’ve suffered,
we do feel the royal blood,
And we’re rising to our freedom
in the fullness of our God.

Our foundation strong is Jesus,
He the topmost, crowning stone;
Hallelujah! we adore Him,
king upon His living throne.
And His crimson glory streaming
through each crystal stone below
Tints the whole ecstatic temple
with the beauty of its glow.

We are coming, oh, we’re coming,
with the glory in the soul!
Grace we’re shouting as we’re bringing
Christ, the headstone we extol.
Though as captives long we’ve suffered,
we do feel the royal blood,
And we’re rising to our freedom
in the fullness of our God.

Oh, the glory of this temple
far exceeds the former one!
All its stones are bound together
in love’s dear eternal Son.
In this building, what a wonder?
there’s a dwelling place for me;
Yes, Thy beauty, O my Savior!
I shall here forever see.

We are coming, oh, we’re coming,
with the glory in the soul!
Grace we’re shouting as we’re bringing
Christ, the headstone we extol.
Though as captives long we’ve suffered,
we do feel the royal blood,
And we’re rising to our freedom
in the fullness of our God.