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

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

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

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