1 Now to the Lord that makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins, And wash'd us in his richest blood; 'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus our atoning priest, To Jesus our superior king, Be everlasting power confess'd, And every tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move; Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once, Then he displays his pardoning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail While we rejoice to see the day: Come, Lord; nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariots long delay.