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

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

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

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