I now re­joice in Thee
And hail Thy ad­vent low­ly,
For, sweet­est Jesus, Thou
Art come with pur­pose ho­ly.
My bro­ther dear to be,
O bliss be­yond com­pare!
How love­ly He ap­pears,
The Son of God so fair.

His bound­less ma­jes­ty
The God of all cre­ation
Veils in our mor­tal flesh
For all the world’s sal­va­tion.
The Lord Om­ni­po­tent
So meek­ly draw­eth near,
Comes as a lit­tle child,
And is my Je­sus dear.

O tid­ings of great joy,
My heart with rap­ture fill­ing
Through ada­man­tine rocks
With sweetest im­pulse thrill­ing.
O Jesus, dear­est Child,
Whose faith on Thee re­lies,
And calls up­on Thy name
Dies not, when­e’er he dies.

Then will I cling to Thee,
O Jesus dear, for­ev­er,
Though all the heav­ens fail
My love they shall not sev­er.
O Jesus, but for Thee,
For Thee alone I live.
To Thee alone in death
My spir­it will I give.