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

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

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

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