Words: amy grant
music: michael w. smith
No eye had seen
no ear had heard
'til hosts on high
proclaimed the birth
and heav'n brough down
(quietly with no one watching)
its only child
(from the womb of perfect peace)
the son of man
(wellspring of our joy delivered)
the world reconciled
(into earthly destiny)
And song broke forth
angelic strain
and none could help
but sing the name
Emmanuel
(kyrie eleison we sing)
emmanuel
(glory to the newborn king)
emmanuel
(mortal and immortal voices)
emmanuel
(endless praises echoing)