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 their joy is ringing.

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.

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.

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?

If our blessèd 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?

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.

For it dawns, the promised morrow
Of his birth, who the earth
rescues from her sorrow.
God to wear our form descendeth;
Of his grace to our race
here his Son he sendeth.

Hark! a voice from yonder manger,
Soft and sweet, doth entreat,
"Flee from woe and danger;
Brethren, come; from all that grieves you
You are freed; all you need
I will surely give you."

Come, then, let us hasten yonder;
here let all, great and small,
kneel in awe and wonder,
Love him Who with love is yearning;
Hail the star that from far
bright with hope is burning.