O Joy of Earth!

O joy of earth! A Sav­ior’s birth

To fall­en man is grant­ed;

The song of love is sung ab­ove

And shep­herds hear it chant­ed.

Their wake­ful eyes with glad sur­prise

See white-robed an­gels shin­ing;

The rav­ished ear a song can hear

All me­lo­dy com­bin­ing:

Be glo­ry give­n in high­est Heav­en

To God through years un­end­ing;

On earth may peace and love in­crease

God will to men des­cend­ing.

In haste they seek that In­fant meek

Whose cradle is a mang­er

And at His feet with hom­age meet

They hail the Heav­en-born strang­er.

And we with them in Beth­le­hem

Will seek the Lord of glo­ry

Will sing His praise through end­less days

And tell His won­drous st­ory.

Sweet Babe

so frail! The thorn

the nail

Shall cause Thee bit­ter sor­row;

But soon Thy night shall end in light

And bring an East­er mor­row.

Thy star di­vine shall ev­er shine

To guide the pil­grim strang­er;

While faith shall own Thy love alone

And wor­ship at Thy mang­er!