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

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

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

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