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

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

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

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