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 their joy is ringing.
Forth today the Conqueror goeth 
Who the foe, sin and woe, death and [bad word]  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 broken hearted? 
Should the Son of God not love us, 
Who, to cheer sufferers here, left His throne above us?
If our blessed Lord and Maker 
Hated men, would He then be of flesh partaker? 
If He in our woe delighted, 
Would He bear all the care of our race benighted?
He [bad word] the Lamb that taketh 
Sin away and for aye full atonement maketh 
For our life His own He tenders 
And our race, by His grace, meet for glory renders.
For it dawns, the promised morrow 
Of His birth, Who the earth rescues from her sorrow. 
God to wear our form descendeth 
Of His grace to our race here His Son He sendeth.
Hark! a voice from yonder manger, 
Soft and sweet, doth entreat, "Flee from woe and danger  [bad word]  from all that grieves you 
You are freed, all you need I will surely give [bad word]  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.
Blessed Savior, let me find Thee! 
Keep Thou me close to Thee, cast me not behind Thee! 
Life of life, my heart Thou stillest, 
Calm I rest on Thy breast, all this void Thou fillest.
Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherish; 
Live to Thee and with Thee, dying, shall not perish 
But shall dwell with Thee for ever, 
Far on high, in the joy that can alter never.