Songs 64

¹To 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;

²To him let ev’ry tongue be praise,

and ev’ry heart be love!

All grateful honours paid on earth,

and nobler songs above!

³Behold, on flying clouds he comes!

his saints shall bless the day;

While they that pierc’d him sadly mourn

in anguish and dismay.

⁴I am the First, and I the Last;

time centres all in me;

Th’ Almighty God, who was, and is,

and evermore shall be.