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

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

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

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