Rejoice, Rejoice, Ye Christians

Rejoice

re­joice

ye Christ­ians

With all your heart this morn!

O hear the bless­èd tid­ings

The Lord

the Christ is born

Now brought us by the an­gels

That stand ab­out God’s throne;

O love­ly are the voi­ces

That make such tid­ings known!

O heark­en to their sing­ing!

This Child shall be your friend;

The Fa­ther so hath willed it

That thus your woes should end.

The Son is free­ly giv­en

That in Him ye may have

The Fa­ther’s grace and bless­ing

And know He loves to save.

Nor deem the form too low­ly

That clothes Him at this hour;

For know ye what it hid­eth?

’Tis God’s al­migh­ty pow­er.

Though now with­in the man­ger

So poor and weak He lies

He is the Lord of all things

He reigns ab­ove the skies.

Sin

death

and hell

and Sa­tan

Have lost the vic­to­ry;

This Child shall ov­er­throw them

As ye shall sure­ly see;

Their wrath shall naught av­ail them;

Fear not

their reign is o’er;

This Child shall ov­er­throw them;

Oh hear and doubt no more.