All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, Far and near, Sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air Ev'rywhere Now with joy is ringing. | Hark! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat, "Flee from woe and danger; Brethren, come, from all doth grieve you, You are freed, All you need I will surely give you."; | Come then, let us hasten yonder; Here let all, Great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder, Love Him who with love is yearning; Hail the Star That from far Bright with hope is burning! | Ye who pine in weary sadness, Weep no more, For the door Now is found of gladness. Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain or loss Can again betide you. | Hither come, ye heavy-hearted, Who for sin Deep within, Long and sore have smarted; For the poison'd wounds you're feeling Help is near, One is here Mighty for their healing! | Hither come, ye poor and wretched! Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretched; Here are riches without measure, Here forget All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. | Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherish, Live to Thee, And with Thee Dying, shall not perish; But shall dwell with Thee for ever, Far on high, In the joy That can alter never. | |