All My Heart This Night Rejoices

Tune: Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

  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
    Ev’rywhere
    Now with joy is ringing.

  2. Forth today the Conqu’ror 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
    Suff’rers 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. Hark! a voice from yonder manger,
    Soft and sweet,
    Doth entreat:
    “Flee from woe and danger.
    Brethren, from all ills that grieve you
    You are freed;
    All you need
    I will surely give you.”

  8. Come, then, banish all you sadness,
    One and all,
    Great and small;
    Come with songs of gladness.
    Love Him who with love is glowing;
    Hail the Star
    Near and far
    Light and joy bestowing.

  9. Ye whose anguish knew no measure,
    Weep no more;
    See the door
    To celestial pleasure.
    Cling to Him, for He will guide you
    Where no cross,
    Pain, or loss
    Can again betide you.

  10. Hither come, ye heavy-hearted,
    Who for sin,
    Deep within
    Long and sore and smarted;
    For the poisoned wounds you’re feeling
    Help is near,
    One is here
    Mighty for their healing.

  11. Hither come, ye poor and wretched;
    Know His will
    Is to fill
    Ev’ry hand outstretchèd.
    Here are riches without measure;
    Here forget
    All regret,
    Fill your hearts with treasure.

  12. Let me in my arms receive Thee;
    On Thy breast
    Let me rest,
    Savior, ne’er to leave Thee.
    Since Thou hast Thyself presented
    Now to me,
    I shall be
    Evermore contented.

  13. Guilt no longer can distress me;
    Son of God,
    Thou my load
    Bearest to release me.
    Stain in me Thou findest never;
    I am clean,
    All my sin
    Is removed forever.

  14. I am pure, in Thee believing,
    From Thy store
    Evermore
    Righteous robes receiving.
    In my heart I will enfold Thee,
    Treasure rare,
    Let me there,
    Loving, ever hold Thee.

  15. Dearest Lord, Thee will I cherish.
    Though my breath
    Fail in death,
    Yet I shall not perish,
    But with Thee abide forever
    There on high,
    In that joy
    Which can vanish never.

Fröhlich soll mein Herzen springen
Paul Gerhardt, 1653
Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858, alt.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, No. 77


German Text (coming soon)

Paul Gerhardt (portrait at Lübben)

Paul Gerhardt (1607–1676), portrait at the Paul-Gerhardt-Kirche in Lübben.


Author: Paul Gerhardt

Several recordings of this hymn are available. One is a most vibrant performance by the Netherlands Bach Society, track 9 on their album Angels & Shepherds: A 17th Century Christmas, available on iTunes and Amazon. Another is a performance by the Bach-Chor Siegen, track 2 on their album Paul Gerhardt: Die Schönsten Choräle, available at iTunes and Amazon.