Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me in Immanuel's name; All her hopes my spirit owes To his birth, and cross, and shame.
When he came, the angels sung, "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 Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, Ev'ry precious name in one, I will love thee without end.
- John Newton
Have a great Lord's Day.