1 Sweeter sounds than music knows, Charm me in Immanuel's Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, and Cross, and shame. 2 When He came the angels sung, "Glory be to God on high:" Lord, unloose my stammering tongue; Who shall louder sing than I? 3 Did the Lord a man become, That He might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still? 4 No; I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For, should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak. 5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend-- Every precious name in one! I will love Thee without end.