- All my heart this night rejoices,
As I hear, far and near,
Sweetest angels voices,
"Christ is born," their choirs are singing,
Till the air ev'rywhere,
Now with joy is ringing.
- For it dawns, the promised morrow
Of His birth, Who the Earth
Rescued from Her sorrow.
God to wear our form descendeth;
Of His Grace, to our race
Here His Son He lendeth.
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- Hark! A voice from yonder manger
Soft and sweet, doth entreat -
"Flee from woe and danger;
Brethren, come; from all that grieves you
You are freed; all you need
Here your Saviour gives 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.
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