Of

the saintly

seer, who waits Humbly

ہے ۔

Suddenly, O KING immortal, As Thy Prophets had foretold, Thou hast passed the sacred portal, Where Thy glory dwelt of old: Temple, priest, and altar now, All in Thee are purified; Splendour of all worship, Thou Wilt with all Thy Saints abide. Glory to the FATHER, SON, And the SPIRIT, THREE in ONE

Thy temple gates.