Come, Let Us Sing with Joyful Mirth

Come

let us sing with joy­ful mirth

The mys­tery of Im­ma­nu­el’s birth

Who

vir­gin born

is here;

The mid­dle wall no lon­ger stands

No flam­ing sword in cher­ub’s hands

Inspires the soul with fear.

See

clear the path­way op­en lies

That up­ward leads to para­dise

Where stands the tree of life;

And free­ly may I en­ter in

Whence I was driv­en by mor­tal sin

And worst­ed in the strife.

For He

the Fa­ther’s on­ly Son

A glo­ri­ous work hath now be­gun

Descending from ab­ove

In serv­ant’s form

though yet the Son

Unchanging while the ag­es run

To win us by His love.

Come

now

let hearts un­it­ed be

To laud His prais­es joy­ful­ly

The God-Man born to­day.

And let Thy mer­cy reach us now

For pi­ti­ful and kind art Thou

O vir­gin born

we pray.