1 Now to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'Twas he who cleans'd our foulest sins,
And wash'd us in his riches blood;
'Tis he who makes us priest and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confess'd,
And every 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 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 chariot long delay.
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First Line: | Now to the Lord, that makes us know |
Title: | Christ our High Priest and King, and Christ coming to judgment |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |