1 Immanuel we sing thy praise,
Thou prince of life, thou spring of grace:
We worship thee with one accord,
Thou virgin son, thou Lord of Lords.
2 We join with heav'nly hosts to be,
Employ'd with those who worship thee;
Since long it hath been our request,
That thou should'st come O wellcome guest.
3 How often since the world was made,
Have many for thy comming pray'd!
The fathers and the Prophets were,
Desirious that thou should'st appear.
4 With ardent zeal for thee did look
That king and shepherd of thy flock,
That man who so well pleased thee,
Who worship'd thee with Psaltery.
5 O may the Lord from Zion come
To break our bands and take us home!
May we relief by him obtain!
That Jacob may rejoice again.
6 Now thou art come, as we have pray'd,
And in a stall and manger load;
The world by thee, is cloath'd and fed,
Thou hast not where to lay thy head.
7 Thy dwellings are of meanest kind.
Yet all the heavens they are thine;
A human breast affords thee food,
Tho' Angels worship thee their God.
8 The seas they bound at thy commands
And thou art deck'd with swathing bands;
Thou art our God, yet deign'st to be
Expos'd to want and poverty.
9 Thou art the fount of ev'ry bliss,
And het expos'd to great distress:
All nations help, art thou alone,
Thou seekest help but findest none.
10 We praise thee, O thou ev'r bless'd!
Our praises are to thee address'd;
If Angels join to praise thy name,
Sure we are bound to do the same.
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