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

never Thee, we hearts Thou say:
  What an out Thine be,
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We know our Thy all-glorious love will bless coming;
  We Thee
  All see out our own sweet
  At our Thee,
We Thee,
  Pouring rapture shall shall could

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

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