We Sing to Thee, Immanuel

We sing to Thee

Im­ma­nu­el

The Prince of Life

sal­va­tion’s well

The Plant of Heav­en

the Star of Morn

The Lord of Lords

the vir­gin born.

All glo­ry

wor­ship

thanks and praise

That Thou art come in these our days;

Thou heav­en­ly Guest ex­pect­ed long

We hail Thee with a joy­ful song.

For Thee

since first the world was made

Men’s hearts have wait­ed

watch­ed and prayed;

Prophets and pa­tri­archs

year by year

Have longed to see Thy light ap­pear.

O God—they prayed—from Si­on rise

And hear Thy cap­tive peo­ple’s cries;

At length

O Lord

sal­va­tion bring

Then Ja­cob shall re­joice and sing.

Now Thou

by whom the world was made

Art in Thy man­ger-cra­dle laid;

Maker of all things

great

art small

Naked Thy­self

though cloth­ing all.

Thou

who both Heav’n and earth dost sway

In strang­ers’ inn art fain to stay;

And though Thy pow’r makes an­gels blest

Dost seek Thy food from hu­man breast.

Encouraged thus

our love grows bold

On Thee to lay our stead­fast hold;

The cross which Thou didst un­der­go

Has van­quished death and healed our woe.

Thou art our head—then Lord

of Thee

True

liv­ing mem­bers we will be;

And

in the strength Thy grace shall give

Will live as Thou wouldst have us live.

As each short year goes quick­ly round

Our al­le­lu­ias shall re­sound;

And when we reck­on years no more

May we in Heav­en Thy name ad­ore.