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 Pow'r confess'd,
And ev'ry Tongue his Glory sing.
4 Behold, on flying Clouds he comes,
And ev'ry Eye shall see him move;
Though with our Sins we pierc'd Him once;
Then he displays his pard'ning 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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First Line: | Now to the Lord, that makes us know |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
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Topic: | Christ: High Priest and King; Christ: His Care for the Church, seeking and finding; Day of Judgment |