Dear Chris­tian peo­ple all, re­joice,
Each soul with joy up­rais­ing.
Pour forth a song with heart and voice,
With love and glad­ness sing­ing.
Give thanks to God, our Lord above,
Thanks for His mi­ra­cle of love!
Dearly He hath re­deemed us.

He spoke to His be­lov­èd Son
With in­fi­nite com­pas­sion:
Go hence, my heart’s most pre­cious One,
Be to the lost sal­va­tion;
Death, his re­lent­less ty­rant, stay,
And bear him from his sins away
With Thee to live for­ev­er!

The Son came, say­ing: “Cling to Me,
Thy sor­rows now are end­ing;
Freely I give My­self to thee,
Thy life with Mine de­fend­ing;
For I am thine and thou art Mine,
And where I am there thou shalt shine,
The foe shall ne­ver reach us.

“To Heav’n again I rise from hence,
High to my Fa­ther soar­ing,
The Mas­ter there to be, and thence
My Spir­it on thee pour­ing;
In ev­ery grief to com­fort thee,
And teach thee more and more of Me,
Into all truth still guid­ing.

What I have done and taught on earth,
Do Thou, and teach, none dread­ing;
That so God’s king­dom may go forth,
And His high praise be spread­ing;
And guard thee from the words of men,
Lest the great joy be lost again:
This My last charge I leave thee.