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

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

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

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