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 sang
�Glory be to God on high,�
Lord, unloose my stammering 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 Savior, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,
Every precious name in one;
I will love Thee without end.