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

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

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

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