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when Jesus first, at heaven's command,
Descended from his azure throne,
Attending angels join’d his praise,
Who claim’d the kingdom for his own;
Hail, Immanuel! Immanuel we’ll adore,
And sound his fame from shore to shore.
Girt with Omnipotence and grace,
The pow’rs of darkness trembling stood,
To hear the dire decree, and feel
The vengeance of the mighty God.
Hail, Immanuel! Immanuel we’ll adore,
And sound his fame from shore to shore.
Not with the sword that warriors, wear,
But with a sceptre dipped in blood,
He bends the nations to obey,
And rules them by the love of God.
Hail, Immanuel! Immanuel we’ll adore,
And sound his fame from shore to shore.
Ride on, and prosper, King of kings,
Till all the pow’rs of hell resign
Their dreadful trophies at thy feet,
And endless glory shall be thine.
Hail, Immanuel! Immanuel we’ll adore,
And sound his fame from shore to shore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.) and refrain
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 45:3-5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 385 |
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