Peace came to earth at last that chosen night
When angels clove the sky with song and light
And God embodied love and sheathed his might—
Who could but gasp: Immanuel!
Who could but sing: Immanuel!
And who could be the same for having held
The infant in their arms and later felt
The wounded hands and side, all doubts dispelled—
Who could but sigh: Immanuel!
Who could but shout: Immanuel!
You show the Father none has ever seen,
in flesh and blood you bore our griefs and pains,
in bread and wine you visit us again
Who could but see Immanuel!
Who could but thrill: Immanuel!
How else could I have known you, O my God!
How else could I hve loved you, O my God!
How else could I embrace you, O my God!
Who could but pray: Immanuel!
Who could but praise Immanuel!
