All my heart this night rejoices (Johann Georg Ebeling)
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- Editor: Rod Mather (submitted 2008-12-31). Score information: A4, 1 page, 23 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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- Editor: Christopher R. Baker (submitted 2000-11-27). Copyright: CC BY 1.0
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Title: All My Heart This Night Rejoices
Composer: Johann Georg Ebeling
Lyricist: Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676), 1653. Translated by Catherine Winkworth (1827-1878), 1858
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
- Das ander Dutset Geistlicher Andachte-Lieder Herrn Paul Gephardt's (1666)
- Johann Crüger’s Praxis Pietatis Melitas, 1656
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- 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.
- Forth today the Conqueror goeth,
- Who the foe, sin and woe,
- Death and hell, o’erthroweth.
- God is man, man to deliver;
- His dear Son now is one
- With our blood forever.
- 3.
- 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.
- 4.
- Should He who Himself imparted
- Aught withhold from the fold,
- Leave us brokenhearted?
- Should the Son of God not love us,
- Who, to cheer sufferers here,
- Left His throne above us?
- 5.
- If our blessèd 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?
- 6.
- He becomes 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.
- 7.
- 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.
- 8.
- Yea, so truly for us careth,
- That His Son, all we’ve done,
- As our offering beareth;
- As our Lamb Who, dying for us,
- Bears our load, and to God,
- Doth in peace restore us.
- 9.
- 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.”
- 10.
- 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.
- 11.
- 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.
- 12.
- Hither come, ye heavy-hearted;
- Who for sin, deep within,
- Long and sore have smarted;
- For the poison'd wounds you're feeling
- Help is near, One is here
- Mighty for their healing!
- 13.
- Hither come, ye poor and wretched:
- Know His will is to fill
- Every hand outstretchèd;
- Here are riches without measure,
- Here forget all regret,
- Fill your hearts with treasure.
- 14.
- Blessèd 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.
- 15.
- 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.