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

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

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

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