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

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

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

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