|ERE the blue heavens were stretched abroad,
From everlasting was the Word:
With God He was; the Word was God,
And must as God be here adored.
|2||By His own power were all things made;
By Him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creationís Head,
And angels fly at His command.
|3||Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
His generation who can tell,
Or count the number of His years?
|4||But see, He leaves His home above,
A body takes on earth below,
That He may show His glorious love,
And save us from our guilt and woe.
|5||Mortals with joy beheld His face,
The eternal Fatherís only Son;
How full of Truth! how full of grace!
When through His eyes the Godhead shone!
|6||Archangels leave their high abode
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Emmanuel.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|