Thee, O Immanuel, we praise, The Prince of Life, and Fount of Grace, The Morning Star, the Heavenly Flower, The Virgin's Son, the Lord of Power. | With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing, Praise, honour, 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!" | 27 Now art Thou here; we know Thee now, In lowly manger liest 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 heavens are Thine, yet Thou didst 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. | |