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

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

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

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