1 To him that lov'd the souls of men
and wash'd us in his blood,
to royal honours rais'd our head,
and made us priests to God;
2 to him let ev’ry tongue be praise,
and ev’ry heart be love!
all grateful honours paid on earth,
and nobler songs above!
3 Behold, on flying clouds he comes!
his saints shall bless the day;
While they that pierc'd him sadly mourn
in anguish and dismay,
4 I am the First, and I the Last;
time centres all in me;
th’ Almighty God, who was, and is,
and evermore shall be.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #R64