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

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

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

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