1 Eternal Source, whence all did spring,
almighty and all-glorious King,
the whole creation's Head and Lord,
by all in heav'n and earth adored;
Lord, whom high heav'n cannot contain,
you as a lovely infant came,
and left your throne in heav'n above,
O myst'ry deep, O boundless love.
2 What off'ring shall I bring to you,
Immanuel, my Savior true,
who did agree a man to be
and by your blood set sinners free?
Lord, angels sang, proclaimed your birth:
"Goodwill to all, and peace on earth!"
The sages gave you gifts most rare;
their finest treasure was your share.
3 This will I do, O Child Divine,
I'll give you all I hold as mind;
my soul, my body, Lord, are yours,
and all the gifts your love out-pours.
My humble off'rings now receive,
and through your grace, Lord, let me live
in faithfulness through all my days,
and join in heaven's ceaseless praise.
|First Line:||Eternal Source, whence all did spring|
|Title:||Eternal Source, Whence All Did Spring|
|Author:||John Töltschig (1746, paraphrased)|
|Topic:||Christmas; Christian year--Christmas; Christian year--Epiphany(1 more...)|
|Source:||C. Gregor Choralbuch (1784); Herrnhut (c. 1735)|
|Notes:||166 A in 1891 Offices of Worship and Hymns|