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

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

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

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