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

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

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

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