Thee, O Immanuel, We Praise

Thee

O Im­ma­nu­el

we praise

The Prince of Life and Fount of Grace

The Morn­ing Star

the Heav’n­ly Flow­er

The vir­gin’s son

the Lord of Pow­er.

With all Thy saints

Thee

Lord

we sing

Praise

hon­or

thanks to Thee we bring

That Thou

O long ex­pect­ed Guest

Hast come at last to make us blest!

Since first the world be­gan to be

How ma­ny a heart hath longed for Thee;

Long years our fa­thers hoped of old

Their eyes might yet Thy light be­hold.

The pro­phets cried

Ah

would He came

To break the fet­ters of our shame;

That help from Zi­on came to men

Israel were glad

and pros­pered then!

Now art Thou here; we know Thee now

In lowly man­ger li­eth Thou;

A child

yet mak­est all things great

Poor

yet is earth Thy robe of state.

From Thee alone all glad­ness flows

Who yet shalt bear such bit­ter woes;

Earth’s light and com­fort Thou shalt be

Yet none shall watch to com­fort Thee.

All heav’ns are Thine

yet Thou dost come

To so­journ in a strang­er’s home;

Thou hang­est on Thy mo­ther’s breast

Who art the joy of spir­its blest.

Now fear­less I can look on Thee

From sin and grief Thou sett’st me free;

Thou bear­est wrath

Thou conquer­est death

Fear turns to joy Thy glance be­neath.

Thou art my head

my Lord di­vine

I am Thy mem­ber

whol­ly Thine

And in Thy Spir­it’s strength would still

Serve Thee ac­cord­ing to Thy will.

Thus will I sing Thy prais­es here

With joy­ful spir­it year by year;

And they shall sound be­fore Thy throne

Where time nor num­ber more are known.