Praise for the Incarnation

I

Sweeter sounds than music knows
Charm me in Emmanuel’s name;
All her hopes my spirit owes
To his birth and cross and shame.

II

When he came the angels sung⁠—
“Glory be to God on high!”
Lord, unloose my stamm’ring tongue,
Who should louder sing than I?

III

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?

IV

No, I must my praises bring,
Though they worthless are and weak;
For should I refuse to sing,
Sure the very stones would speak.

V

O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,
Every precious name in one,
I will love thee without end.