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
Ev’rywhere
Now with joy is ringing.
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!
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.
Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76, trans. Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78
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