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

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

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

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