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

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

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

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