We Sing, Immanuel, Thy Praise

Verse 1

We sing, Immanuel, Thy praise, Thou Prince of Life and fount of grace, Thou flower of Heaven and star of morn, Thou Lord of lords, Thou virgin born. Hallelujah!

Verse 2

For Thee, since first the world was made, So many hearts have watched and prayed; The patriarchs’ and prophets’ throng For Thee have hoped and waited long. Hallelujah!

Verse 3

Now art Thou here, Thou ever blest! In lowly manger dost Thou rest. Thou, making all things great, art small; So poor art Thou, yet clothest all. Hallelujah!

Verse 4

From Thee above all gladness flows, Yet Thou must bear such bitter woes; The Gentiles’ light and hope Thou art, Yet findest none to soothe Thine heart. Hallelujah!

Verse 5

But I, Thy servant, Lord, today Confess my love and freely say, I love Thee truly, but I would That I might love Thee as I should. Hallelujah!

Verse 6

I have the will, the power is weak; Yet, Lord, my humble offering take And graciously the love receive Which my poor heart to Thee can give. Hallelujah!

Verse 7

Had I no load of sin to bear, Thy grace, O Lord, I could not share; In vain hadst Thou been born for me If from God’s wrath I had been free. Hallelujah!

Verse 8

Thus will I sing Thy praises here With joyful spirit year by year; And when we reckon years no more, May I in Heaven Thy name adore! Hallelujah!