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

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

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

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