Chorale Book for England

Rejoice, rejoice, ye Christians,

With all your hearts this morn!

O hear the blessed tidings,

"The Lord, the Christ, is born,"

Now brought us by the angels

That stand about God's throne;

Oh lovely are the voices

||:That make such tidings known.:||

Oh hearken to their singing,

"This Child shall be your Friend,

The Father so hath will'd it,

That thus your woes should end;

The Son is freely given,

That in Him ye may have

The Father's grace and blessing,

||:And know He loves to save.:||

Nor deem the form too lowly

That clothes Him at this hour;

For know ye what it hideth?

'Tis God's almighty power.

Though now within the manger

So poor and weak He lies,

He is the Lord of all things,

||:He reigns above the skies.:||

Sin, Death, and Hell, and Satan

Have lost the victory;

This Child shall overthrow them,

As ye shall surely see;

Their wrath shall nought avail them,

Fear not, their reign is o'er;

This Child shall overthrow them,--

||:Oh hear and doubt no more.":||