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
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! |