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John Newton - Praise For The Incarnation
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Sweeter sounds than music knows 
Charm me in Immanuel`s name; 
All her hopes my spirit owes 
To his birth, and cross, and shame. 

When he came, the angels sung, 
"Glory be to God on high;" 
Lord, unloose my stamm`ring tongue, 
Who should louder sing than I? 

Did the Lord a man become, 
That he might the law fulfil, 
Bleed and suffer in my room, 
And canst thou, my tongue, be still? 

No, I must my praises bring, 
Though they worthless are and weak; 
For should I refuse to sing, 
Sure the very stones would speak. 

O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, 
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, 
Ev`ry precious name in one, 
I will love thee without end.
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