Immanuel

Verse 1

O holy Imman'el! thy mystery divine, From glory to glory, on Zion shall shine, The myst'ry of God espous'd to a worm, Who neither had merit nor beautiful form; Yet rais'd to the bosom of God, the Supreme, She sings he is like him, yet does not blaspheme.

Verse 2

O lovely Imman'el! illustrious thy grace! The beauties of holiness shine in thy face: Triumphant in bliss, our nature we spy, And we, in that nature, join'd to the Most High: The image express of the substance of God; His brightness appearing by water and blood.

Verse 3

O sacred Imman'el! our glory, our joy; In mut'al embraces, which never shall cloy, The bridegroom and bride, our Maker and we, Perpetually live, as united in thee; Consummate salvation, reveal'd in thy blood, In thee we possess, with the fulness of God.

Verse 4

O glorious Imman'el! Jehovah with man! With us God is present; (amazing his plan!) Perfection of joy we now understand, Whilst rivers of pleasure flow at his right hand: We stand, when no higher our notes we can raise, In silence, expressive of wonder and praise.