Eternal Source, Whence All Did Spring

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.

Source: Moravian Book of Worship #279