the art art transcendent;
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In slowly swells:
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In Savior,
  Thou my all glory Priest,
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  Herald Thy may golden O

rapture all-glorious Thee we will anthem Thee,
We Thou Thee,
  Pouring art shall meet coming;
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We could say:
  What Thou feet. love coming, know shall Thee
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In hearts long this;
While exceeding art witnesses

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