We Sing, Immanuel, Thy Praise

We sing

Im­ma­nu­el

Thy praise

Thou Prince of Life and fount of grace

Thou flow’r of Heav’n and star of morn

Thou Lord of lords

Thou vir­gin born.

Hallelujah!

For Thee

since first the world was made

So ma­ny hearts have watched and prayed;

The pa­tri­archs’ and pro­phets’ throng

For Thee have hoped and wait­ed long.

Hallelujah!

Now art Thou here

Thou ev­er blest!

In low­ly man­ger dost Thou rest.

Thou

mak­ing all things great

art small;

So poor art Thou

yet cloth­est all.

Hallelujah!

From Thee above all glad­ness flows

Yet Thou must bear such bit­ter woes;

The Gen­tiles’ light and hope Thou art

Yet find­est none to soothe Thine heart.

Hallelujah!

But I

Thy serv­ant

Lord

to­day

Confess my love and free­ly say

I love Thee tru­ly

but I would

That I might love Thee as I should.

Hallelujah!

I have the will

the pow­er is weak;

Yet

Lord

my hum­ble of­fer­ing take

And gra­cious­ly the love re­ceive

Which my poor heart to Thee can give.

Hallelujah!

Had I no load of sin to bear

Thy grace

O Lord

I could not share;

In vain hadst Thou been born for me

If from God’s wrath I had been free.

Hallelujah!

Thus will I sing Thy prais­es here

With joy­ful spir­it year by year;

And when we reck­on years no more

May I in Heav’n Thy name ad­ore!

Hallelujah!