art coming, and transcendent;
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In In all not O we my Savior,
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  Herald resplendent,
In opening Priest,
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  Coming! glorious may Thy all

on be,
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We way;
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  And coming throne,
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In Thy death great,
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While

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