Gloria Patri, 11

Father of earth and heaven,
All glory be to Thee,
Who self-inclined hast freely given
Thy Son to die for me;
For me and all that breathe,
For all of Adam's race,
The Second Adam tasted death,
By Thy all-pardoning grace.

We bless the saving name,
Jesus, the sinner's peace,
The Saviour of mankind, proclaim,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Whose gift is come to all;
For all the Lamb hath died;
The world may listen to His call,
The world is justified.

We glorify the Dove,
Who strives with every soul,
And witnesses that God is love
When He hath made us whole, —
Witnesses with the blood
That it for all did stream,
That all through Christ may come to God,
May all be saved through Him.

We magnify the grace,
The universal love
Of Father, Son, and Spirit praise,
With all the hosts above.
Till Christ on earth appears,
Angels, on you we call,
Come, praise with us, ye morning stars,
The Lamb that died for all.

With us together sing,
Your tongues and harps employ;
To sound the glories of our King,
Ye angels, shout for joy;
For joy that God hath died,
That we might be forgiven,
And find, with all the sanctified,
Our names enroll'd in heaven.

Worthy, O Lamb, art Thou,
That all Thy name should bless;
That every knee to Thee should bow,
And every tongue confess:
Thee, Jesus, Thee we own
For every sinner slain;
With Him that sitteth on the throne
Worthy art Thou to reign.

Hosannah to the Son!
ffosannah, cry aloud;
Then cast your crowns before the throne,
Ye first-born sons of God!
With you we now adore,
Low at His footstool fall,
And praise and worship evermore
The Lamb that died for ALL.