And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.
What love and grace illume Thy face
As Jesus, as Immanuel!
What scorn and outrage Thee befell:
Deep shame and woe, rude blow on blow,
Endured for us, Immanuel!
When wrathful judgment’s awful spell
Burst over Thee on Calv’ry’s tree,
God’s Lamb for us, Immanuel!
Thy sorrow’s scars forever tell,
Creation’s Head is He who bled—
Still Jesus, still Immanuel!
Celestial strains of worship well;
For, O, ’tis meet glad songs should greet
Thy heart of love, Immanuel!
How shall the bursting paean swell!
Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee—
Outpoured for Thee, Immanuel!