5 Now to the Lord, that made us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

6 '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.

7 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior King,
Be everlasting pow'r confess'd,
And every tongue his glory sing.

8 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And ev'ry eye shall see his face;
Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once;
He now displays his pard'ning grace.

9 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.