IMMANUEL by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Apr 3, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 14.

IMMANUEL.

By Max Hill

Tho King of the kingdom of heaven was He, Enthroned by the Father's side, Tho crowned with all honor and majesty,— Yet He is the One who died.

Surrounded by all that was holy and pure, Adored by the angel choir, In all that was loving and lovely secure, Obeyed in the least desire.

Yet He from the mansions of glory came down, Came down at an awful cost, A Babe in a manger of Bethlehem's town, To seek and to save the lost.

To dwell on the earth, with the humble to live, In hunger and pain and wo, Tho the King of the universe, willing to give, Give all tho it brought Him low.

Along the rough way of Golgotha He came, To sink 'neath the awful cross, To suffer the death of the tree with its shame, To perish, nor count it loss.

Tho heaven may hail Him as Lord and as King, 'Twas my Saviour crucified; Tho heaven may ring with the praises they sing, For sinners—for me—He died.

No one of the angelic host can e'er know The price that He paid for me, And none but redeemed ones from sin here below Can sing the glad song of the free.

Let angels adore Him, His name let them praise, Throut the eternal years, My song of redemption I joyfully raise, And cast from my soul all fears.

Renouncing the cares and the burdens of life, I rest in my Saviour's grace, For soon, beyond worry and sickness and strife, I know I shall see His face.

Max Hill.