Now sing we
now rejoice
Now raise to Heav’n our voice;
From manger poor see streaming
Bright rays of joy now beaming;
No gleam of sun
no star light
Is like this love
so pure and bright;
Thou my Savior art!
Thou my Savior art!
Now given from on high to me
I cannot rise to Thee:
O cheer my wearied spirit:
O pure and holy Child
Through all Thy grace and merit
Blest Jesus! Gentle Lord most mild
Draw me after Thee!
Draw me after Thee!
Now through His Son doth shine
The Father’s grace divine:
Death over us hath reignéd
Through sin and boastful vanity;
The Son for us obtainéd
Eternal joy and peace on high.
May we praise Him there!
May we praise Him there!
O where shall joy be found?
Where but on heav’nly ground?
Where now the angels singing
With all His saints unite
Their praises sweetly singing
In heav’nly joy
eternal light:
May we praise Him there!
May we praise Him there!