Praise For The Incarnation

Sweeter sounds than music knows

Charm me in Immanuel's name;

All her hopes my spirit owes

To his birth, and cross, and shame.

When he came, the angels sung,

"Glory be to God on high;"

Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue,

Who should louder sing than I?

Did the Lord a man become,

That he might the law fulfil,

Bleed and suffer in my room,

And canst thou, my tongue, be still?

No, I must my praises bring,

Though they worthless are and weak;

For should I refuse to sing,

Sure the very stones would speak.

O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,

Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,

Ev'ry precious name in one,

I will love thee without end.