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

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

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

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