The heavenly Feast

O Praise the Lord, and look to him,
Sing praise unto his Name;
O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth
Set forth his glorious fame:

Who spared not his only Son,
But gave him for us all;
And made him drink the Cup of Wrath,
The Wormwood and the Gall.

He dy'd indeed, but rose again,
And did ascend on high,
That we poor Sinners lost and dead
Might live eternally.

His Flesh is heavenly Food indeed,
His Blood is Drink divine,
His Graces drops, like Honey-falls,
His Comforts taste like Wine.

Lord Christ, thou hast refresh'd our Souls
With thy abounding Grace;
For which we magnifie thy Name,
Longing to see thy Face.

Let the Redeemed of the Lord
Their thankful voices raise;
Can we be dumb whilst Angels sing
Our great Redeemer's praise.

Come let us joyn with Angels then,
Glory to God on high;
Peace upon Earth, Good-will to Men,
Thus sing eternally.