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

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

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

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