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

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

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

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