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

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

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

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