Thrice Joyful Night

Thrice joy­ful night

with bless­ings dight

Which saw the Sav­ior’s birth;

From Heav­en high my God is nigh

To calm the woes of earth.

When Eve’s sad fall had

like a pall

Enshrouded all our race

As man He came

for man to claim

A light for earth’s dark face.

Th’etern­al Light

the God­head bright

In swath­ing bands they fold;

The King of all in low­ly stall

The ox and ass be­hold.

Th’al­mig­hty Word whom hosts ad­ored

A si­lent in­fant lay;

The sun grows old

its beam falls cold;

What mean these mar­vels? Say!