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

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

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

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