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

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

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

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