215		LM
	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 that cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in His precious 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 exalted King, Be everlasting power confessed, And every tongue His glory sing.
4	Behold, on clouds our Saviour comes, And every eye shall see Him move; Though with our sins we pierced Him once, Now He displays His pardoning love.
5	The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the Day; Come, Lord: nor let Thy promise fail, Nor let Thy coming long delay.
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748