William C. Dix, around 1866
Joy fills our inmost hearts to-day!|
The royal Child is born;
And angel hosts in glad array
His advent keep this morn.
Rejoice, rejoice! the incarnate Word
Has come on earth to dwell;
No sweeter sound than this is heard, Emmanuel.
2. Low at the cradle throne we bend,|
We wonder and adore;
And feel no bliss can ours transcend,
No joy was sweet before.
3. For us the world must lose its charms
4. Thou Light of untreated Light,
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