Sweeter sounds than music knows

by John Newton

Praise for the incarnation by John Newton

Sweeter sounds than music knows

Charm me, in Emmanuel’s Name;

All her hopes my spirit owes

To His birth, and cross, and shame.

When He came the angels sang

“Glory be to God on high,”

Lord, unloose my stammering tongue,

Who should louder sing than I.

Did the Lord a man become

That He might the law fulfill,

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 Savior, Shield, and Sun,

Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,

Every precious name in one;

I will love Thee without end.