To him that loved the souls of men
and washed us in his blood,
To royal honours raised our head,
and made us priests to God;
To him let ev’ry tongue be praise,
and ev’ry heart be love!
All grateful honours paid on earth,
and nobler songs above!
Behold, on flying clouds he comes!
his saints shall bless the day;
While they that pierced him sadly mourn
in anguish and dismay,
I am the First, and I the Last;
time centres all in me;
Th’ Almighty God, who was, and is,
and evermore shall be.
|First Line:||To him that loved the souls of men|
|Title:||Rev. 1:5-9: To him that loved the souls of men|