The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and will call Him Immanuel. Isaiah 7:14
Words: Paul Gerhardt, 1653 (Wir singen dir, Imma-nuel). Translator unknown; appeared in the Church Hymn Book (New Market, Virginia: Solomon Henkel, 1816), number 35.
If you know the translator, or where to get his picture (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Immanuel, we sing Thy praise;
Thou Prince of life! Thou spring of grace!
We worship Thee with one accord,
Thou virgin’s Son! Thou Lord of lords!
We join with heav’nly hosts to be
Employed with those who worship Thee;
Since long it hath been our request,
That Thou shouldst come, O welcome Guest!
How often, since the world was made,
Have many for Thy coming prayed!
The fathers and the prophets were
Desirous that Thou shouldst appear,
With ardent zeal for Thee did look
That king and shepherd of Thy flock,
That man who so well pleasèd Thee
Who worshiped Thee with psaltery.
O may the Lord from Zion come,
To break our bands, and take us home!
May we relief by Him obtain!
That Jacob may rejoice again.
Now, Thou art come, as we have prayed,
And in a stall and manger laid;
The world by Thee is clothed and fed
Thou hast not where to lay Thy head.
Thy dwellings are of meanest kind;
Yet all the heavens, they are Thine:
A human breast affords Thee food,
Tho’ angels worship Thee, their God.
The seas, they bound at Thy commands,
And Thou art decked with swaddling-bands;
Thou art our God, yet deignst to be
Exposed to want and poverty.
Thou art the fount of every bliss,
And yet exposed to great distress:
All nations’ help art Thou alone,
Thou seekest help, but findest none.
We praise Thee, O Thou ever blest!
Our praises are to Thee addressed;
If angels join to praise Thy name,
Sure we are bound to do the same.