Classic Poem

SECTION I .

His Redeeming Love.

To him that loved us to death,
And wash'd us in his blood
From sin, that we, the heirs of wrath,
Might 'scape the threat'ning flood;

To him that made us kings and priests,
Ev'n unto God most high,
His Father; who, at his request,
Admits the rebels nigh:

To our atoning Priest be praise,
To our exalted King,
Let the redeem'd, with lofty lays,
Immortal honours sing.

SECTION II .

His second Coming, and glorious name.

Behold, he comes, with flying clouds,
Whom ev'ry eye shall see!
A piercing sight, alas! to crowds,
Who now his piercers be.

The wicked world shall weep and wail;
But saints shall bless the day,
Who wait his coming without fail,
And wish't without delay.

I am, of all the times that pass,
The first, the last, the sum,
Th' almighty God, which is, and was,
And ever is to come.