It was for me. This child born, This dear Son given, Immanuel called. It was for me. The Counselor, The King, The Mighty God came. It was for me. The Eternal Father, The Prince, my peace, The prophecy filled. It was for me. Wondrous He’s called, The kingdom placed
To world of hopeless horror filled A baby calm, and still. In darkness deep the Light did shine The year’s awaited sign. Tis God incarnate lies here sweet, In simple hay and feed. Immanuel, God with us, meet The answer to our need. But we’ve seen this quiet
Tiny face and little arms, A smooth sigh and folded lash, So little, so normal, So lovely, so known. But softly we came Awe settled deep in our hearts, As we saw the hope of mankind, Nestled in young mother’s arm. We thought we knew You A new born