4 Hast Thou, O Holy One, deigned of my need to be thinking? Chosen me, called me, the waters of life to be drinking? Shall not my mind

Fullness of blessing here find,

Deep in humility sinking?

5 King of all glory! what grace in Thy humiliation!
Thou wert a child who of old wert the Lord of creation!
Thee will I own,

Thee would I follow alone,

Heir of Thy wondrous salvation.

6 Faithful Immanuel! let me Thy glories be telling;
Ever, my Savior, be Thou in mine inmost heart dwelling.
With me abide;

Teach me to stay at Thy side,

Where the love-fountain is welling.

7 Friend of the sinner! Lord Jesus! my spirit is soaring

Where Thou art throned, on Thy head the sweet spikenard still pouring.

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To us is born a bless-ed child, To us a Son is

giv - en,

That Thou wert pleased a man to be: Save us from con-dem-na

Hark! what mean those holy voi-ces, Sweet-ly sound-ing through the skies?

"Glory in the high-est, glory! Glo - ry be to God most high!"

Thou, whose com-ing seers and sa-ges Long fore-told to

O thou precious day of grace, Fraught with bless-ings to our race! None need now de