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

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

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

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