Besedila: Michael W. Smith. No Eye Had Seen.

No eye had seen, no ear had heard
'Til hosts on high proclaimed the birth
And heav'n brought down
Quietly with no one watching

It's only child, from the womb of perfect peace
The son of man, well, spring 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