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 ev'rywhere now with joy is ringing.
Forth today the Conqu'ror 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.
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 freed; all you need I will surely give you."
Dearest Lord, thee will I cherish, live for thee, and with thee, dying shall not perish; but shall dwell with thee forever there on high, in the joy that can alter never.