Graces: O God of all grace

O God of all grace,
Thy bounty we praise,
And joyfully sing,
Poor beggars admitted to feast with a King.
The honour we claim
In Jesus's name,
Even now we receive,
And happy in Jesus's presence we live.

How royal the cheer
When Jesus is here!
The scantiest meal
Is feasting indeed when His favour we feel.
In His pardoning peace
We all things possess,
And richly enjoy
A fulness of pleasures that never can cloy.

Thee, Saviour, to know
Is heaven below,
Thy witnesses we
That heaven is found in the knowledge of Thee
Thee, Jesus, we taste;
But, oh! let it last,
This sense of Thy love,
Till with all the assembly we banquet above.