Now Sing We, Now Rejoice

Now sing we

now re­joice

Now raise to Heav’n our voice;

From man­ger poor see stream­ing

Bright rays of joy now beam­ing;

No gleam of sun

no star light

Is like this love

so pure and bright;

Thou my Sav­ior art!

Thou my Sav­ior art!

Now giv­en from on high to me

I can­not rise to Thee:

O cheer my wea­ried spir­it:

O pure and ho­ly Child

Through all Thy grace and mer­it

Blest Je­sus! Gen­tle Lord most mild

Draw me aft­er Thee!

Draw me aft­er Thee!

Now through His Son doth shine

The Fa­ther’s grace di­vine:

Death ov­er us hath reign­éd

Through sin and boast­ful van­ity;

The Son for us ob­tain­éd

Eternal joy and peace on high.

May we praise Him there!

May we praise Him there!

O where shall joy be found?

Where but on heav’n­ly ground?

Where now the an­gels sing­ing

With all His saints unite

Their prais­es sweet­ly sing­ing

In heav’n­ly joy

eter­nal light:

May we praise Him there!

May we praise Him there!