Sweeter sounds than music knows

Praise for the incarnation by John Newton


 * 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.