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

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

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

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