1 Now to the Lord, that makes us know
The Wonders of his dying Love,
Be humble Honors 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 confest,
And ev'ry Tongue his Glory sing.
4 Behold, on flying Clouds He comes,
And ev'ry 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.
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