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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

The Most Awesomest Christmas Song Ever

All My Heart This Night Rejoices

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, everywhere, now with joy is ringing.
Forth today the Conqueror 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.
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.
Should He who Himself imparted
Aught withhold from the fold, leave us broken hearted?
Should the Son of God not love us,
Who, to cheer sufferers here, left His throne above us?
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?
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.
For it dawns, the promised morrow
Of His birth, Who the earth rescues from her sorrow.
God to wear our form descendeth;
Of His grace to our race here His Son He sendeth.
Hark! a voice from yonder manger,
Soft and sweet, doth entreat, “Flee from woe and danger;
Brethren, come; from all that grieves you
You are freed; all you need I will surely give you.”
Come, then, banish all your 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.
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.
Hither come, ye heavy hearted,
Who for sin, deep within, long and sore have smarted;
For the poisoned wounds you're feeling,
Help is near, One is here mighty for their healing.
Hither come, ye poor and wretched;
Know his will is to fill Every hand outstretched.
Here are riches without measure;
Here forget all regret, fill your hearts with treasure.
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.
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.
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.
Dearest Lord, Thee will I cherish;
Though my breath fail in death, yet I shall not perish.
But with Thee abide for ever,
There on high, in that joy which can vanish never.


Rose~ said...

Thank you Jeremy! That is a wonderful song. I have never heard it before.

I really liked this part:
If our blessèd Lord and Maker
Hated men, would He then be of flesh partaker?

So glorious what God has done in Christ.

I hope you, Magaly and the boys are having a fine "holiday season." Will you be in Toledo again this Christmas? I don't know what we are going to be doing or when ... I am due to have a baby on December 29. (You never come around anymore, so I was not sure if you knew.)

God bless you for posting these great verses.

Jeremy Weaver said...

I like that part too, Rose.
We're sticking around Tennessee for Christmas this year. But you guys are welcome down anytime.
Congrats on the baby, my sister-in-law will be having her fifth around that time as well.
Tel John that just becausae he's a dispensationalist doesn't mean he can't comment over here, too.:-)