Lutheran Hymnody
The Hymns
CHRISTMAS
77
All My Heart This Night Rejoices
Luke 2: 11
8. 3. 3. 6. 8. 3. 3. 6.
Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen
Paul Gerhardt, 1653
Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858, alt.
Fröhlich soll mein Herze
Johann Crüger, 1653
save,
foe,
hear
with
to
the
I
From
Free
Sin
Far
hold
As
Aught
Who,
Who
the
ly
and
and
fold,
gave
woe,
near
who
still
day
heart
He
we
Him
dread
this
to
Should
3
Shall
2
Forth
1
All
4
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es
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self
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are
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of
us,
man
their
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to
choirs
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er;
ing
Death
His
Leave
ken
ished
o’er
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heart
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throw
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cher
hell,
an
us
most
and
est
Should
To
God
Son
deem
man,
born,”
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the
f’rers
Now
From
Suf
With
Of
Left
Now
where
one
throne
here,
Till
air
Son
Son
cheer
His
His
Who,
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the
dear
own
to
A
ing.
er.
us?
men.
en.
is
for
in
a
joy
blood
might
throne
our
with
His
ev
heav
bove
His
ring
5
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?
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
ev’ry 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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