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

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

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

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