He Is Coming, He Is Coming LUX EOI—Sir Arthur Seymour Sullivan He Is Coming, He Is Coming 1 He is coming, He is coming, Not as once He came before, Wailing infant born in weakness On a lowly stable floor; But upon His cloud of glory, In the crimson tinted sky, Where we see the golden sunrise In the rosey distance lie. 2 He is coming, he is coming, Not as once He wandered through All the hostile land of Judah, With His followers poor and few; But with all the holy angels Waiting round His