1 To him that loved the souls of men,
And washed us in his blood,
To royal honors raised our head,
And made us priests to God,--
To him let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love,
All grateful honors paid on earth,
And nobler songs above.
2 Behold, on flying clouds he comes!
His saints shall bless the day;
While they that pierced him sadly mourn
In anguish and dismay.
Thou art the First, and thou the Last;
Time centres all in thee,
The Almighty God, who was, and is,
And evermore shall be.