Eternal Source, Whence All Did Spring

Verse 1

Eternal Source, whence all did spring, almighty and all-glorious King, the whole creation's Head and Lord, by all in heav'n and earth adored; Lord, whom high heav'n cannot contain, you as a lovely infant came, and left your throne in heav'n above, O myst'ry deep, O boundless love.

Verse 2

What off'ring shall I bring to you, Immanuel, my Savior true, who did agree a man to be and by your blood set sinners free? Lord, angels sang, proclaimed your birth: "Goodwill to all, and peace on earth!" The sages gave you gifts most rare; their finest treasure was your share.

Verse 3

This will I do, O Child Divine, I'll give you all I hold as mind; my soul, my body, Lord, are yours, and all the gifts your love out-pours. My humble off'rings now receive, and through your grace, Lord, let me live in faithfulness through all my days, and join in heaven's ceaseless praise.