Praise for the Incarnation. 
imgJohn Newton (1725–1807)

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 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, 
Ev’ry precious name in one; 
I will love thee without end.

—Olney Hymns. Book II: On Occasional Subjects.

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