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.
If our blessed Lord and Maker
would He then be of flesh partaker?
If He in our woe delighted,
Would He bear all the care of our race benighted?
He becomes the Lamb that taketh
Sin away and for aye full atonement maketh.
For our life His own He tenders
And our race, by His
grace, meet for glory renders.
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.