Baby born in a stall, long ago now, and hard to recall. Cold wind, darkness and sin, Your welcoming from us all. How can it be true? A world grown so old now, how can it be new? Sorrow's end, God—send, born now for me and you. Emanuel, Emanuel, What are we that You have loved us so well? A song on high, a Savior's nigh, Angel hosts rejoice Thy glory to tell. Babe on mother's knee, child so soon to be nailed to a tree. All praise till the end of our days: 0 Lord, You have set us free. Emanuel, Emanuel, What are we that You have loved us so well? A song on high, a Savior's nigh, Angel hosts rejoice Thy glory to tell.