1 How strange the Tidings, how profound!
That God a Man should be;
In Servant's Form the Lord was found,
To make us Servants free.

2 He of his Love did Man assure,
Proclaiming all his Name;
E'e when the Bridal-Chamber pure
The virgin's Womb became.

3 Our Father lov'd us Worms so well,
He put our Nature on,
And thus became Immanuel,
The Father and the Son.

4 He finish'd what his Love began,
For Adam's ruin'd Race;
We see the god shine thro' the Man,
In dear Immanuel's Face.

5 This sacred Unity maintains
Our constant Peace with God;
Our Sin's aton'd for by his Pains,
His Sorrow and his Blood.