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

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

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

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