We Sing, Immanuel, Thy Praise

We sing, Immanuel, Thy praise, Thou Prince of Life and Fount of grace, Thou Flower of heaven and Star of morn, Thou Lord of lords, Thou Virgin-born. Hallelujah! 3. For Thee, since first the world was made, So many haearts have watched and prayed; The patriarchs' and prophets' throng For Thee have hoped and waited long. Hallelujah! 6. Now art Thou here, Thou Ever-blest! In lowly manger dost Thou rest. Thou, making all things great, art small; So poor art Thou, yet clothest all. Hallelujah! 9. From Thee above all gladness flows, Yet Thou must bear such bitter woes; The Gentiles' Light and Hope Thou art, Yet findest none to soothe Thine heart. Hallelujah!

11. But I, Thy servant, Lord, today Confess my love and freely say, I love Thee truly, but I would That I might love Thee as I should. Hallelujah! 12. I have the will, the poser is weak; Yet, Lord, my humble offering take And graciously the love receive Which my poor heart to Thee can give. Hallelujah! 17. Had I no load of sin to bear, Thy grace, O Lord, I could not share; In vain hadst Thou been born for me If form God's wrath I had been free. Hallelujah! 20. Thus will I sing Thy praises here With joyful spirit year by year; And when we reckon years no more, May I in heaven Thy name adore! Hallelujah!