1 Come Christian friends, and hear me tell
The wonders of Immanuel,
He is the light of satins below,
Their strength and comfort from him flow.

2 Tho' all the world should spread its wings
And tempt them with ten thousand things,
They can't forget that heav'nly love
Which brought a Savior from above.

3 For us he bow'd his awful head
Down to the regions of the dead,
To take away our weighty guilt
The Saviour's sacred blood was spilt.

4 Now hear his call, now hear him plead,
For us he lives to intercede;
He's left the tomb, ascended high
Above the curtains of the sky.

5 How charming is that heav'nly call
The gospel sounding free to all;
Come sinners hear, and see and taste
The joys which cannot be express'd.