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

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

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

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