Praise for the Incarnation

Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me in Emmanuel’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 fulfill, 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, Every precious name in one, I will love thee without end.