1 We sing to Thee, Immanuel,
The Prince of Life, salvation’s well,
The Plant of Heaven, the Star of Morn,
The Lord of Lords, the virgin born.
2 All glory, worship, thanks and praise,
That Thou art come in these our days;
Thou heavenly Guest expected long,
We hail Thee with a joyful song.
3 For Thee, since first the world was made,
Men’s hearts have waited, watched and prayed;
Prophets and patriarchs, year by year,
Have longed to see Thy light appear.
4 O God—they prayed—from Sion rise,
And hear Thy captive people’s cries;
At length, O Lord, salvation bring,
Then Jacob shall rejoice and sing.
5 Now Thou, by whom the world was made,
Art in Thy manger-cradle laid;
Maker of all things, great, art small,
Naked Thyself, though clothing all.
6 Thou, who both Heaven and earth dost sway,
In strangers’ inn art fain to stay;
And though Thy power makes angels blest,
Dost seek Thy food from human breast.
7 Encouraged thus, our love grows bold
On Thee to lay our steadfast hold;
The cross which Thou didst undergo
Has vanquished death and healed our woe.
8 Thou art our head—then Lord, of Thee
True, living members we will be;
And, in the strength Thy grace shall give,
Will live as Thou wouldst have us live.
9 As each short year goes quickly round,
Our alleluias shall resound;
And when we reckon years no more,
May we in Heaven Thy name adore.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10677
|First Line:||We sing to Thee, Immanuel|
|Title:||We Sing To Thee,Immanuel|
|German Title:||Wir singen dir, Immanuel|
|Translator:||Frances E. Cox|
|Source:||Tr.: Lyra Messianica by Orby Shipley (London: Longman, Green, Longman, roberts & Green, 1864)|