1 Immanuel came as a child to the earth,
His cradle a manger and lowly His birth;
The worship of angels, the wealth of the sky,
He left, gladly left, for a lost world to die.
O the price the Father paid!
O the sacrifice He made!
Who can tell the matchless worth
Of the poorest soul on earth?
2 If out of the firmament every star
Had gone as a ransom, ‘twere cheaper by far
Than that which He gave for a poor fallen race,
To purchase for sinners salvation by grace. [Refrain]
3 Redeemed without money—how great was the cost
To ransom the guilty, to rescue the lost!
What value, what worth could my God ever see
To pay such a price for a sinner like me! [Refrain]
4 O wonderful, wonderful story so true—
Poor sin-burdened soul, Jesus died to save you!
The price, precious price, has been paid for your soul,
And now He is asking: “Wilt thou be made whole?” [Refrain]