1  Thy sorrows, Savior, we retrace,

    And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.

    What love and grace illume Thy face

    As Jesus, as Immanuel!

 2  Amid Thy loneliness below,

    What scorn and outrage Thee befell:

    Deep shame and woe, rude blow on blow,

    Endured for us, Immanuel!

 3  But oh, what grief, what agony,

    When wrathful judgment's awful spell

    Burst over Thee on Calv'ry's tree,

    God's Lamb for us, Immanuel!

 4  Arisen radiant from the dead,

    Thy sorrow's scars forever tell,

    Creation's Head is He who bled —

    Still Jesus, still Immanuel!

 5  E'en now from saints, in concord sweet,

    Celestial strains of worship well;

    For, O, 'tis meet glad songs should greet

    Thy heart of love, Immanuel!

 6  But when Thy glorious face we see,

    How shall the bursting paean swell!

    Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee —

    Outpoured for Thee, Immanuel!