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

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

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

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