1 Did our Immanuel die for us,
To save such poor rebellious men?
Did he display his pity thus,
That we might come to God again?
2 All human language wants a name,
For this unfathomed wondrous love:
This pure immortal fervent flame,
Sprang only from the God above.
3 What can we add? Our speech is faint;
We sink beneath the ponderous load:
This love no eloquence can paint;
'Tis grand! 'tis worthy of a God.
4 O'erwhelmed with this abyss of love,
We stand astonished at the grace,
That brought the Savior from above,
To die for all the fallen race!
5 Did our Immanuel die for us?
What more can be by sounds expressed?
For sinners Christ was made a curse;
Eternity must tell the rest.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791