Sweeter Sounds Than Music Knows

Sweeter sounds than mu­sic knows

Charm me

in Em­ma­nu­el’s name;

All her hopes my spir­it owes

To His birth

and cross

and shame.

When He came the an­gels sung

Glory be to God on high

Lord

un­loose my stam­mer­ing tongue

Who should loud­er sing than I?

Did the Lord a man be­come

That He might the law ful­fill

Bleed and suf­fer in my room

And canst thou

my tongue

be still?

No

I must my prais­es bring

Though they worth­less are

and weak;

For should I re­fuse to sing

Sure the ve­ry stones would speak.

O my Sav­ior

shield

and sun

Shepherd

bro­ther

hus­band

friend

Every pre­cious name in one;

I will love Thee with­out end.