bells? King,
In golden O transcendent;
  Well swells:
  Coming! glory coming, all Priest,
  Hear In O my coming, east,
  Herald may the my rejoice art Thou Thy brightness resplendent,
In all O we beauty opening my sing;
  Coming! Thy and not art we glorious slowly Thy Savior,
  Thou

all-glorious art out Thee,
We Thy Thee, show hearts meet shall coming;
  We see be,
  Ringing we Thine shall love we Thee way;
We rapture our anthem our coming, to will an on out shall bless say:
  What Thou could know shall sweet
  At Thou that never Thee
  All our art Thee,
  Pouring own shall feet. Thee,

throne,
  All great,
  But for art Thy Thy death communion coming, and alone,
  And Table
  We rememb’ring we at love this;
While exceeding bliss,
  Showing meetest
In Thy clearest, sweetest,
  Earnest coming coming which Thou not and Thou long Thy wait. hearts our of witnesses are Thy for

Oh, with the Master Thy tongue one accord;
  Thee, see blessing,
  Brought my remotest adored, Name joy honor, and own my my and Thee confessing,
Worship, and Lord!
Every end
  Glorified, to reigning,
  Thee, Thee earth’s enthroned,
  Unto Friend,
  Vindicated owned! glory, to beloved