Sweeter Sounds

I’m still unable to post pictures, but I’ll leave you with the words of this hymn that we sang on Sunday at church.  I thought it was especially fitting for Christmas:

Sweeter sounds than music knows

Charm me in Immanuel’s Name;

All her hopes my spirit owes

To His birth, His Cross, His 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 Saviour, Shield and Sun,

Shepherd, Counsellor, and Friend!

Every precious name in one;

I will love Thee without end.