Emmanuel, God with us, the timeless strain,
A song of ages, from dawn to now unfurled,
Through ancient scrolls and modern tongue proclaimed,
A golden thread that binds the weary world.
His name resounds, a gift beyond compare,
Salvation flows through Christ’s redeeming blood,
Pulpits thunder, pages gleam with prayer,
Extolling grace, the Savior’s boundless flood.

Emmanuel has hushed the mourner’s cry,
Stilled trembling hearts with strength divine,
To dying saints, His presence drawing nigh,
A balm for souls where mortal hopes decline.
For the persecuted, bruised yet bold,
Whose pleas stir Heaven’s tearful gaze,
Emmanuel, their fortress unconsoled,
Lifts battle-weary spirits with His rays.

God with us, the anthem of the skies,
Messiah’s melody, both fierce and sweet,
A symphony cascading where faith lies,
Redeemed souls kneel at His majestic feet.
Clothed in robes of gold, with gems arrayed,
The royal redeemed in awe confess,
Emmanuel, our sun, our hearts’ crusade,
In worship, praise, and holy tenderness.

From Genesis’ breath to Revelation’s close,
His promise echoes, steadfast, pure, and grand,
Oh, blessed kin, in royal lineage chose,
With King of Kings, we ever firmly stand!
Shout it loud—Emmanuel, arise!
Sing, scribe, and paint His radiant gleam,
The gift of gifts within our souls enskies,
Restoring life in His eternal stream.

Emmanuel, our battle cry, our psalm,
The angels’ herald, saints’ abiding plea,
God with us, the promise ever calm,
For all who turn, believe, and bend the knee.
Let this motif, triumphant, royal, rare,
Weave through our days, a holy, ceaseless call,
Emmanuel, God with us, beyond compare,
Our song, our strength, our Savior, all in all!