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All My Heart This Night Rejoices

"All My Heart This Night Rejoices"

by Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676

Text From:

THE HANDBOOK TO THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL

(St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1942), pp. 62-63

 

 

1. All my heart this night rejoices

As I hear Far and near

Sweetest angel voices.

"Christ is born," their choirs are singing

Till the air Everywhere

Now with joy is ringing.

2. Forth today the Conqueror goeth,

Who the foe, Sin and woe,

Death and hell, o'erthroweth.

God is man, man to deliver;

His dear Son Now is one

With our blood forever.

3. Shall we still dread God's displeasure,

Who, to save, Freely gave

His most cherished Treasure?

To redeem us, He hath given

His own Son From the throne

Of His might in heaven.

4. Should He who Himself imparted

Aught withhold From the fold,

Leave us broken-hearted?

Should the Son of God not love us,

Who, to cheer Sufferers here,

Left His throne above us?

5. If our blessed Lord and Maker

Hated men, Would He then

Be of flesh partaker?

If He in our woe delighted,

Would He bear All the care

Of our race benighted?

6. He becomes the Lamb that taketh

Sin away And for aye

Full atonement maketh.

For our life His own He tenders

And our race, By His grace,

Meet for glory renders.

7. Hark! a voice from yonder manger,

Soft and sweet, Doth entreat:

"Flee from woe and danger.

Brethren, from all ills that grieve you

You are feed; All you need

I will surely give you."

8. Come, then, banish all your sadness,

One and all, Great and small;

Come with songs of gladness.

Love Him who with love is glowing;

Hail the Star, Near and far

Light and joy bestowing.

9. Ye whose anguish knew no measure,

Weep no more; See the door

To celestial pleasure.

Cling to Him, for He will guide you

Where no cross, Pain, or loss

Can again betide you.

10. Hither come, ye heavy-hearted,

Who for sin, Deep within,

Long and sore have smarted;

For the poisoned wound you're feeling

Help is near, One is here

Mighty for their healing.

11. Hither come, ye poor and wretched;

Know His will Is to fill

Every hand outstretched.

Here are riches without measure;

Here forget All regret,

Fill your hearts with treasure.

12. Let me in my arms receive Thee;

On Thy breast Let me rest,

Savior, ne'er to leave Thee.

Since Thou hast Thyself presented

Now to me, I shall be

Evermore contented.

13. Guilt no longer can distress me;

Son of God, Thou my load

Bearest to release me.

Stain in me Thou findest never;

I am clean, All my sin

Is removed forever.

14. I am pure, in Thee believing,

From Thy store Evermore

Righteous robes receiving.

In my heart I will enfold Thee,

Treasure rare, Let me there,

Loving, ever hold Thee.

15. Dearest Lord, Thee will I cherish.

Though my breath Fail in death,

Yet I shall not perish,

But with Thee abide forever

There on high, In that joy

Which can vanish never.

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Notes:

Hymn #77 from The Handbook to The Lutheran Hymnal

Text: Luke 2:11

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1653

Translated by: Catherine Winkworth, 1858, alt.

Titled: Froehlich soll mein Herze springen

Composer: Johann Crueger, 1653

Tune: Froehlich soll mein Herze