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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#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 brokenhearted? | |||
Should the Son of God not love us, | |||
Who, to cheer sufferers here, | |||
Left His throne above us? | |||
#If our blessèd Lord and Maker | |||
:Hated men, would He then | :Hated men, would He then | ||
:Be of flesh partaker? | :Be of flesh partaker? |
Revision as of 15:58, 22 March 2013
General information
Lyricist: Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676), 1653.
Translator:Catherine Winkworth (127-1878), 1858.
Settings by composers
- Johann Georg Ebeling SATB
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English text
<poem> 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#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.
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.
Aught withhold from the fold, Leave us brokenhearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who, to cheer sufferers here, Left His throne above us?
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