Translation of stanzas 1–3, 5–7, and 18–20.

1. Thee, O Immanuel, we praise,
   The Prince of Life, and Fount of Grace,
   The Morning Star, the Heavenly Flower,
   The virgin’s Son, the Lord of Power!
2. With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing,
   Praise, honor, thanks to Thee we bring,
   That Thou, O long-expected Guest,
   Hast come at last to make us blest!
3. E’er since the world began to be,
   How many a heart hath longed for Thee;
   Long years our fathers hoped of old
   Their eyes might yet Thy light behold.
4. The prophets cried: “Ah, would He came
   To break the fetters of our shame;
   That help from Zion came to men,
   Israel were glad, and prosper’d then!”
5. Now art Thou here; we know Thee now,
   In lowly manger lieth Thou;
   A child, yet makest all things great,
   Poor, yet is earth Thy robe of state.
6. All heav’ns are Thine, yet Thou dost come
   To sojourn in a stranger’s home;
   Thou hangest on Thy mother’s breast
   Who art the joy of spirits blest.
7. Now fearless I can look on Thee,
   From sin and grief Thou sett’st me free;
   Thou bearest wrath, Thou conquerest Death
   Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath.
8. Thou art my Head, my Lord Divine,
   I am Thy member, wholly Thine,
   And in Thy Spirit’s strength would still
   Serve Thee according to Thy will.
9. Thus will I sing Thy praises here
   With joyful spirit year by year;
   And they shall sound before Thy throne,
   Where time nor number more are known.