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

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

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

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