Immanuel, the With of God
Incarnate Love on carnal sod
Set aside Thy lofty crown
Knees of God kneeling down.
Spirit feet shod with flesh
Earth prints of celestial steps.
Fullness of the Diety
Draping God that man might see.
Volume of that silent Voice
The Word made flesh--O Blessed Choice!
What is man that Thou wouldst come
Wrapped as we, that we'd be one?
Wake, O Sleeper! Tongue must tell!
It's God with us!