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

3 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.

4 Thee, O Lord, with heed I’ll cherish,
Live to thee, and with thee
Dying, shall not perish,
But shall dwell with thee for ever
Up on high, in the joy
That can alter never.