Thy sorrows, Saviour, we retrace,
And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.
What love and grace illume
Thy face As Jesus, as Immanuel!

Amid Thy loneliness below,
What scorn and outrage Thee befell
Deep shame and woe, rude blow on blow,
Endured for us, Immanuel!

But oh, what grief, what agony,
When wrathful judgement’s awful spell
Burst over Thee, on Calvary’s tree
God’s Lamb for us, Immanuel!

Arisen radiant from the dead,
Thy sorrow’s scars forever tell,
Creation’s Head is He who bled
Still Jesus, still Immanuel!

Even now from saints, in concord sweet,
Celestial strains of worship well;
For O, ’tis meet glad songs should greet
Thy heart of love, Immanuel!

But when Thy glorious face we see,
How shall the bursting paean swell!
Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee
Outpoured for Thee, Immanuel!