Scripture Verse

The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us. John 1:14

Introduction

Words: Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760, Volume 1, page 85.

Music: Di­vi­ni­ty in A Com­pi­la­tion of Genu­ine Church Mu­sic, by Jo­seph Funk, se­cond edi­tion, 1835 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Steele or Funk (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Awake, awake the sacr­ed song,
To our in­car­nate Lord;
Let ev­ery heart and ev­ery tongue
Adore th’eter­nal Word.

That aw­ful Word, that so­ve­reign pow­er,
By whom the worlds were made;
(O hap­py morn, il­lus­tri­ous hour!)
Was once in flesh ar­rayed.

Then shone al­migh­ty pow­er and love,
In all their glo­ri­ous forms,
When Je­sus left His throne above,
To dwell with sin­ful worms.

To dwell with mi­se­ry be­low,
The Sav­ior left the skies,
And sunk to wretch­ed­ness and woe,
That worth­less man might rise.

Adoring an­gels tuned their songs
To hail the joy­ful day;
With rap­ture then let mor­tal tongues
Their grate­ful wor­ship pay.

What glo­ry, Lord, to Thee is due?
With won­der we adore;
But could we sing as an­gels do,
Our high­est praise were poor.