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

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

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

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