All My Heart with Joy Is Springing

All my heart with joy is spring­ing

While in air ev­ery­where

Angel choirs are sing­ing.

Hear them to the shep­herds tell­ing:

Christ is born! On this morn

God with man is dwell­ing.

To this low­er world des­cend­eth

From ab­ove

He whose love

All our sor­rows end­eth.

He who breath and be­ing gave us

Quits the skies

lives and dies

In our flesh to save us.

Christ our Lamb so meek and lov­ing

Dries our tears

calms our fears

All our sins re­mov­ing;

Christ our Lamb

who suf­fers with us;

He can quell death and hell

And to peace re­store us.

Hark

from yon dark mang­er low­ly

Breezes soft seem to waft

Gentle words and ho­ly:

Sigh no more

away with sad­ness

Brethren dear; I am here

Bringing hope and glad­ness.

Come ye now

and kneel be­fore Him;

Mortals all

great and small

Worship and ad­ore Him:

Love your king

whose love in­vites you:

Lo

His star from afar

To His dwell­ing lights you.

Ye

whom gall­ing want op­press­es

Here ye find com­fort kind

Balm for your dis­tress­es:

Noblest trea­sures here are giv­en;

Riches true wait for you

Poor of Christ

in Heav­en.

Ye who strive with fierce temp­ta­tion

Sorrow-stung

con­science-wrung

Here is con­so­la­tion:

For the woes which men in­her­it

Christ can feel

Christ will heal

Every wound­ed spir­it.

Kind Re­deem­er

knit Thee to us;

Quelling sin

reign with­in

With Thy grace re­new us:

Make us Thine by true re­pent­ance;

Let us hear

free from fear

Lord

Thy fi­nal sen­tence.

Ours be Thy pure love

O Sav­ior

Ours Thy faith

strong in death

Ours Thy meek be­hav­ior;

Here let us

on Thee de­pend­ing

In Thee die

with Thee fly

To the bliss un­end­ing.