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

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

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

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