Our Worship

‘Tis not an infant that we worship,

But the Incarnate Word.

Not a baby in a manger,

But a risen, living Lord.

Not His maiden mother, Mary,

Nor the heavenly angel throng;

But the Christ, the Lord of Glory

Do we worship with our song.

Not a child we seek to honour,

But a King, the Annointed One.

Not just earthly gold we bring Him,

But our hearts, which are His own.

Not a lullaby we sing Him,

But the highest praise we give.

Not just a room, for just a season,

But in our lives we let Him Live.

Our Emmanuel–God With Us–

His Law, His Love we daily learn.

And our hearts are ever waiting,

Eagerly, for His return.

Angela Gellenbeck