Salvation through Immanuel’s name;
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the rose of Sharon there.
2 He’ll shield you with a wall of a fire,
With holy zeal your hearts inspire,
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And hush the tempest into peace.
3 And when our labors all are o’er,
Then we shall meet to part no more—
Meet with the blood-bought throng, to fall,