Praise for the Incarnation.
John Newton

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Praise for the incarnation.

Sweeter founds 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 stamm'ring tongue,

Who should louder sing than I.

Did the Lord a man become

That he might the law fulfil,

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.

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