177 All my heart this night rejoices,

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 that grieves 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 Ye who pine in weary sadness, Weep no more, For the door Now is found of gladness: Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain or loss Can again betide you. 5 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted Who for sin, Deep within, Long and sore have smarted: For the poisoned wounds you're feeling Help is near, One is here, Mighty for their healing. 6 Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherish, Live to Thee, And with Thee Dying shall not perish; But shall dwell with Thee forever, Far on high, In the joy That can alter never.