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

Everywhere

Now with joy is ringing.

For it dawns,--the promised morrow

Of His birth

Who the earth

Rescues from her sorrow.

God to wear our form descendeth,

Of His grace

To our race

Here His Son He lendeth:

Yea, so truly for us careth,

That His Son

All we've done

As our offering beareth;

As our Lamb who, dying for us,

Bears our load,

And to God

Doth in peace restore us.

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.

Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee!

Keep Thou me

Close to Thee,

Cast me not behind Thee!

Life of life, my heart Thou stillest,

Calm I rest

On Thy breast,

All this void Thou fillest.

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.