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

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

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

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