199 Now sing we, now rejoice,

1 Now sing we, now rejoice, Now raise to heaven our voice; Lo! He from whom joy streameth, Poor in the manger lies; Yet not so brightly beameth The sun in yonder skies! Thou my Savior! Thou my Savior art! 2 Given from on high to me, I cannot rise to Thee: O cheer my wearied spirit! O pure and holy Child, Through all Thy grace and merit, Blest Jesus! Lord most mild, I: Draw me after Thee! :I 3 Now through His Son doth shine The Father's grace divine: Death over us hath reigned Through sin and vanity; The Son for us obtained Eternal joy on high. I: May we praise Him there! :I 4 O where shall joy be found? Where but on heavenly ground? Where now the angels singing With all His saints unite, Their sweetest praises bringing In heavenly joy and light: I: May we praise Him there! :I