O holy Emmanuel thy mystery divine

Verse 1

O holy Emman'el! thy Myst'ry 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 she is like him, yet does not blaspheme.

Verse 2

O lovely Emman'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 Emman'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 Emman'el! Jehovah with Man! With us is God present; (amazing the Plan!) Perfection of Joy we now understand, Whilst Rivers of Pleasures flow at his Right Hand: We stand, when no higher our Notes we can raise, In Silence, expressive of Wonder and Praise.