Emmanuel, Oh blessed thought
This glorious day the prophets sought,
When God Himself should dwell with Men
And save His people from their sin.
Emmanuel, the Holy One,
Yet could He be this Virgin’s son?
Life to all the earth He gave,
And can He be this helpless babe?
Emmanuel, God with man,
All things shaped by His same hand,
Who now as helpless child cries,
And bringeth light to Simeon’s eyes.
Emmanuel, behold his face,
Fasting in this desert place,
Encompassed by temptations round,
Yet never once His Father doubts.
Emmanuel! Tis God indeed,
Yet now He comes as David’s seed
Son of God and Man is He,
healing, helping, glad and free.
Emmanuel! come to Him now,
Ye, with heavy weights bent down,
The poor in heart He calleth blessed
Come now ye weary, find your rest.
Emmanuel, gaze on Him now
On the mount, within the cloud
The light of God upon His face,
The shining glory of His grace
Emmanuel, Yet now alone,
betrayed, forgotten by His own
Praying long into the night,
In struggles hidden from our sight.
Emmanuel, and there He stands,
Before the slaughter as a lamb,
The Son of God comes now to bleed,
Pressing on, seeing His seed.
Emmanuel, come now to die,
The Father will not hear Him cry
The wrath of God comes as a flood
Made visible in Jesus’ blood.
Emmanuel, this darkest day,
Till all the wrath be turned away
His own anger on Himself pours
That we should live to sin no more.
Emmanuel, this lifeless form,
Breathless, broken, bruised and torn,
The living God, in has fallen sleep
For He must every promise keep
Emmanuel, let angels sing
No more we feel the Reaper’s sting
Death is placed within the grave
That He may all His chosen save.
Now how shall we more sorrow know,
His chosen Bride, though still below?
In this eternal Name we trust,
“Emmanuel, God with us.”