Rejoice, rejoice, ye Chris­tians,
With all your heart this morn!
O hear the bless­èd tid­ings,
The Lord, the Christ is born,
Now brought us by the an­gels
That stand about God’s throne;
O love­ly are the voi­ces
That make such tid­ings known!

O heark­en to their sing­ing!
This Child shall be your friend;
The Fa­ther so hath willed it,
That thus your woes should end.
The Son is free­ly giv­en,
That in Him ye may have
The Fa­ther’s grace and bless­ing,
And know He loves to save.

Nor deem the form too low­ly
That clothes Him at this hour;
For know ye what it hid­eth?
’Tis God’s al­migh­ty pow­er.
Though now with­in the man­ger
So poor and weak He lies,
He is the Lord of all things,
He reigns above the skies.

Sin, death, and hell, and Satan
Have lost the vic­to­ry;
This Child shall ov­er­throw them,
As ye shall sure­ly see;
Their wrath shall naught avail them;
Fear not, their reign is o’er;
This Child shall ov­er­throw them;
Oh hear and doubt no more.