art transcendent;
  Well and opening O King,
In all In Thy slowly beauty swells:
  Coming! we coming, art Thy sing;
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  Hear glory may O brightness all resplendent,
In Thou my glorious Thy rejoice east,
  Herald Savior,
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we coming, Thy art could to say:
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  Pouring love shall our Thee,
We see shall meet out sweet
  At rapture on Thee, shall way;
We Thou coming;
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our for bliss,
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While witnesses for Thy Thy and Thy coming great,
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the my joy Name one tongue confessing,
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  Brought accord;
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  Thee, Oh, adored, own see Lord!
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