Oh, Come, Emmanuel

Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel,

And ransom captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile here

Until the Son of God appear.

Oh, come, our Wisdom from on high,

Who ordered all things mightily;

To us the path of knowledge show,nand teach us in her ways to go.

Oh, come, oh, come, our Lord of might,

Who to your tribes on Sinai’s height

In ancient times gave holy law,

In cloud and majesty and awe.

Oh, come O Rod of Jesse’s stem,

From ev’ry foe deliver them

That trust your mighty pow’r to save;

Bring them in vict’ry through the grave.

Oh, come, O Key of David, come,

And open wide our heav’nly home;

Make safe the way that leads on high,

And close the path to misery.

Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high,

And cheer us by your drawing nigh,

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,

And death’s dark shadows put to fight.

Oh, come, Desire of nations, bind

In one the hearts of all mankind;

Oh, bid our sad divisions cease,

And be yourself our King of Peace.