A Hymn of Praise after the Lord' Supper

ALL glory unto Christ the Lord,
'Tis thy immortal fame
We will sing forth with one accord,
And glorifie thy Name

O blessed God, Thou art all Love,
No minute 'scapes thy breast,
But brings a favour from above,
In that sweet love we rest.

Lord, didst thou die, and do we live?
Hath not grief slain us yet?
Vocuhsafe to us thy grace to give,
To live as it is meet.

Did thy most precious love to me
Make thee to leave thy Throne,
And mount the Stage of Infamy?
And shalt thou die alone?

Lord, let me die, die unto fin,
That death, O let me see;
Be thou the death of sin, O Lord,
Which was death unto thee;

And as all fulness is in thee,
O then we pray pour in,
For we are empty thou dost know,
Except it be of sin,

And since thou hast, O Holy One,
A Salve for ev'ry Sore.
Let us rejoyce and praise thy Name
Now and for evermore.