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

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

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

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