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8, 8, 7. 8, 3, 7, 4, 4, 4, 4, 8.
P. Nicolai, 1599
Re-joice, re-joice this hap-py morn, A Sav-ior un- to
us is born,
The an-gels from on high pro-claim, And sing redemption's sto
8, 8, 8, 8, 4.
Johann Walther. 1424
sus Christ, all praise to Thee, Thou who art pleased a
To dwell with men Thou dost not scorn, And ang-els shout to
2 The eternal Father's only Son
Now takes a manger for His throne: The everlasting fount of good, Assumes our mortal flesh and blood.
3 He whom the world can not enclose
In Mary's bosom doth repose;
5 The only Son, true God confessed,
To His own world now comes a Guest; And through this vale of tears our
Guide, Doth in His heaven our home provide.
Hallelujah 6 In poorest guise to us He came,
Himself He bears our sin and shame, That, as His heirs in heaven above, We may with angels share His love.
Hallelujah. 7 His love to show, surpassing thought: God's Son this wondrous work hath
wrought; Then let us all unite to raise Our song of glad, unceasing praise.
4 The eternal Light to us descends,
Its brightness to the earth it lends, And purely shines upon our night, To make us children of the light.
In this our hap-py Christmas-tide The joy-ful bells are ring - ing;
all our powers ap-plied, God's grace and mer-cy
sing - ing;
1 In Him by whom the world was made, Now in the low-ly man-ger laid,
2 A little Son, the virgin-born,
5 As darkest night must fade and die True God from everlasting
Before the sun's appearing, To rescue us who were forlorn,
So fades my grief away, when I His lot with us is casting:
Think on these tidings cheering, It moved His tender heart to see That God from all eternity This world of sin and misery
Hath loved the world, and hath on me In condemnation lying;
Bestowed His grace and favor; Therefore He came from realms above I'll ne'er forget the angels' strain: Down to our earth, drawn by His love, Peace-peace on earth, good will to To soothe our grief and sighing.
To you is born a Savior! [men, 3 Our thanks we offer Him today, 6 Although my joyful Christmas lay Although a poor oblation,
Is mingled with my sighing, Hallelujah! our joyful lay
The cross shall never take away Shall sound through every nation; My joy and praise undying; Now in our camp the Ark we see,
For when the heart is most opprest, Therefore we shout the victory
The harp of joy is tuned the best, With joyful hearts unfearing;
The better strains are ringing, We sing of peace, the peace profound,
The cross itself, at Jesus' will, That hell shall tremble at the sound, Must aid my soul, that I may still Our Christmas anthem hearing.
In grief His praise be singing. 4 That God has laid His anger by,
7 Hallelujah! our strife is o’er, He by His gift hath shown us;
Who, then, should pine in sadness? He gives His Son for us to die,
Who now should grieve in anguish In Him He now doth own us;
In these our days of gladness? (sore
Thou Church of God, o sing this morn: These joyful tidings tell abroad,
To us is Christ the Savior born,
O joy that none can sever!
Hallelujah! sing thou my heart,
Now Christ is mine, I can depart When Christ is born, the sinners'stay,
To be with Him for ever. Who is of grace the giver?
H. A. Brorson, 1732 186 7. 4L.
German medieval, adapted by Luther or Walther 1524
2 Not of mortal blood or birth,
He descends from heaven to earth:
Truly man to be believed.
And returneth to the same,
Captive leading death and hell:
High the song of triumph swell!
Though to dust Thou once didst bow;
When shall we its glories see?
Glorious is its light divine:
Ambrose, d. 397
2 Triumph, ye heavens! rejoice, O ye nations and wonder!
"Peace and good-will!”
Silencing Sinai's thunder!
Christ is the way!