William Alabaster - "Though all forsake thee, Lord, yet I will die" lyrics

Though all forsake thee, Lord, yet I will die; For I have chainèd so my will to thine That I have no will left my will to untwine, But will abide with thee most willingly. Though all forsake thee, Lord, yet cannot I; For love hath wrought in me thy form divine That thou art more my heart than heart is mine: How can I then from myself, thyself, fly? Thus thought Saint Peter, and thus thinking, fell; And by his fall did warn us not to swell. Yet still in love I say I would not fall, And say in hope, I trust I never shall; But cannot say in faith what might I do To learn to say it, by hearing Christ say so.