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

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

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

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