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

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

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

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