All My Heart This Night Rejoices

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 their 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 send­eth.

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

Doeth in peace re­store us.

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

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 poi­soned 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 out­stretch­èd;

Here are rich­es with­out mea­sure

Here for­get all re­gret

Fill your hearts with trea­sure.

Blessèd Sav­ior

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.

Heedfully my Lord 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.