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

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

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

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