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

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

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

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