34 Now Sing We, Now Rejoice

1 Now sing we, now rejoice, Now raise to heav'n our voice; He from whom joy streameth Poor in a manger lies; Not so brightly beameth The sun in yonder skies. Thou my Savior art! Thou my Savior art! 2 Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to thee. Cheer my wearied spirit, O pure and holy Child; Through thy grace and merit, Blest Jesus, Lord most mild, Draw me unto thee! Draw me unto thee! 3 Now through his Son doth shine The Father's grace divine. Death o'er us had reigned Through sin and vanity; He for us obtained Eternal joy on high. May we praise him there! May we praise him there! 4 Oh, where shall joy be found? Where but on heav'nly ground? Where the angels singing With all his saints unite, Sweetest praises bringing In heav'nly joy and light. Oh, that we were there! Oh, that we were there!