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

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

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

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