With Us

Emmanuel, The King of Glory born.

The hope of sinners and of scoffers scorn.

Eternal God, entered into time.
Helpless babe, almighty God, divine.

With us, sons of man with the only Holy Son,
To feel all we have felt and yet overcome.

He came not to conquer, nor demand...
But, to purchase children with open hands.

Emmanuel, how could it be,
Ransom paid, though wretched is me?

Nothing could be offered from our lips,
No praise, no work, no gift...
To adequately tell of your magnificence.

With us, though we most deserved of wrath.
All of us poor and needy, from the first to the last.

Vitality and Joy abound in newness, before unknown,
As our delight declares you are glorious alone.

Emmanuel, come near to a people so far away.
Giver of new hearts that be made to stay.

God, with us! And we bring nothing to the King...
Save our sin to carry to Calvary's suffering.

Yet, presents He brings... Christ's righteousness,
adoption and inheritance. Oh, what bliss!

Come, all you peoples, behold heaven's gift!
Christmas, Christ with us, don't miss this.

Fellow sinner, do not refuse His kiss!

Love Him, trust Him and receive His fullness!

All you saints, praise your matchless King!
Glory to our God! Join in as all Heaven sings!