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

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

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

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