1 How sweet is the language of love,
Which dwells on the penitent's tongue!
The theme of their heavenly joys,
The notes of Immanuel's song!
2 'Twas thus with the converts of old,
Though prisons and chains were their lot:
At midnight, when Jesus appear'd,
They sang, and their bands were forgot.
3 Immanuel's glory the theme,
Our hearts are inflam'd with desire;
Or while of his suff'rings we tell,
We wonder, repent, and admire.
4 O blessed Redeemer, we come
With panting, and longing to be
Assured of pardon and peace,
And wholly conformed to thee.
Source: Society hymns, original and selected on evangelical and experimental subjects #XIV