Now Sing We, Now Rejoice

Now sing we, now rejoice, Now raise to heaven our voice; He from whom joy streameth Poor in a manger lies; Not so brightly beameth The sun in yonder skies. |: Thou my Savior art! :| 2. Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to Thee Cheer my wearied spirit, O pure and holy Child; Through Thy grace and merit, Blest Jesus, Lord most mild, |: Draw me unto Thee! :|

3. Now through His Son doth shine The Father's grace divine. Death o'er us had reigned Through sin and vanity; He for us obtained Eternal joy on high. |: May we praise Him there! :| 4. Oh, where shall joy be found? Where but on heavenly ground? Where the angels singing With all His saints unite, Sweetest praises bringing In heavenly joy and light. |: Oh, that we were there! :|