All My Heart This Night Rejoices

All My Heart This Night Rejoices
Composer(s): Johann Georg Ebeling; Paul Gerhardt
Performer(s): The Cambridge Singers;
and various other artists



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

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 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?

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

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"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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