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

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

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

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