Come, your hearts and voic­es rais­ing,
Christ the Lord with glad­ness prais­ing;
Loudly sing His love am­az­ing,
Worthy folk of Chris­ten­dom.

Sin and death may well be groan­ing,
Satan now may well be moan­ing;
We, our full sal­va­tion own­ing,
Cast our ev­ery care away.

See how God, for us pro­vid­ing,
Gave His Son and life abid­ing;
He our wea­ry steps is guid­ing
From earth’s woes to heav’n­ly joy.

Christ, from Heav­en to us des­cend­ing
And in love our race be­friend­ing,
In our need His help ex­tend­ing,
Saved us from the wi­ly foe.

Jacob’s Star in all its splen­dor
Beams with com­fort sweet and ten­der,
Forcing Sa­tan to sur­ren­der,
Breaking all the pow­ers of hell.

From the bond­age that op­pressed us,
From sin’s fet­ters that pos­sessed us,
From the grief that sore dis­tressed us,
We, the cap­tives, now are free.

Oh, the joy be­yond ex­press­ing
When by faith we grasp this bless­ing
And to Thee we come con­fess­ing
That our free­dom Thou hast wrought!

Gracious Child, we pray Thee, hear us,
From Thy low­ly man­ger cheer us,
Gently lead us and be near us
Till we join th’an­gel­ic choir.