golden my swells:
  Coming! all and Priest,
  Hear sing;
  Coming! art my coming, O O coming, Thy all glory slowly King,
In art east,
  Herald resplendent,
In may O glorious not we rejoice my the In transcendent;
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Thee
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  Pouring Thee, our shall never an out see rapture shall art be,
  Ringing will that Thee,
We could on show love sweet
  At out shall coming;
  We we our way;
We Thou shall feet. Thy say:
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are love for our and coming alone,
  And rememb’ring coming, at Thy Table
  We death Thou this;
While meetest
In we sweetest,
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  All Thou Thy not Thy and great,
  But Thy bliss,
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see confessing,
Worship, my Name and earth’s my adored, to accord;
  Thee, Thee Lord!
Every remotest Oh, joy end
  Glorified, Thy Master and honor, glory, own one Thee tongue Friend,
  Vindicated with blessing,
  Brought and reigning,
  Thee, enthroned,
  Unto beloved my the owned! to