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  Coming! King,
In Savior,
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  Herald rejoice Priest,
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In O glorious my

our Thee, art coming;
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owned! Lord!
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Worship, my to adored, Thy Thee Thee enthroned,
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  Brought end
  Glorified, joy and with honor, Oh, Friend,
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