1 How strange the Tidings, how profound!
That God a Man should be;
In Servant's Form the Lord was found,
To make us Servants free.
2 He of his Love did Man assure,
Proclaiming all his Name;
E'e when the Bridal-Chamber pure
The virgin's Womb became.
3 Our Father lov'd us Worms so well,
He put our Nature on,
And thus became Immanuel,
The Father and the Son.
4 He finish'd what his Love began,
For Adam's ruin'd Race;
We see the god shine thro' the Man,
In dear Immanuel's Face.
5 This sacred Unity maintains
Our constant Peace with God;
Our Sin's aton'd for by his Pains,
His Sorrow and his Blood.
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First Line: | How strange the Tidings, how profound! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1776 |