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Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Antwort Finden in alten und neuen Liedern, in Worten zum Nachdenken und Beten #36 (2014) Lyrics: 1 Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen dieser Zeit, da vor Freud alle Engel singen. Hört, hört, wie mit vollen Chören alle Luft laute ruft: Christus ist geboren! 2 Heute geht aus seiner Kammer Gottes Held, der die Welt reißt aus allem Jammer. Gott wird Mensch dir, Mensch, zugute, Gottes Kind, das verbind't sich mit unserm Blute. 3 Sollt uns Gott nun können hassen, der uns gibt, was er liebt über alle Maßen? Gott gibt, unserm Leid zu wehren, seinen Sohn aus dem Thron seiner Macht und Ehren. 4 Er nimmt auf sich, was auf Erden wir getan, gibt sich dran, unser Lamm zu werden, unser Lamm, das für uns stirbet und bei Gott für den Tod Gnad und Fried erwirbet. 5 Nun er liegt in seiner Krippen, ruft zu sich mich und dich, spricht mit süßen Lippen: "Lasset fahrn, o liebe Brüder, was euch quält, was euch fehlt; ich bring alles wieder." 6 Ei so kommt und laßt uns laufen, stellt euch ein, groß und klein, eilt mit großen Haufen! Liebt den, der vor Liebe brennet; schaut den Stern, der euch gern Licht und Labsal gönnet. 7 Die ihr schwebt in großem Leide, sehet, hier ist die Tür zu der wahren Freude; faßt ihn wohl, er wird euch führen an den Ort, da hinfort euch kein Kreuz wird rühren. 8 Wer sich fühlt beschwert im Herzen, wer empfind’t seine Sünd und Gewissensschmerzen, sei getrost: hier wird gefunden, der in Eil machet heil die vergift'ten Wunden. 9 Die ihr arm seid und elende, kommt herbei, füllet frei eures Glaubens Hände. Hier sind alle guten Gaben und das Gold, da ihr sollt euer Herz mit laben. 10 Süßes Heil, laß dich umfangen, laß mich dir, meine Zier, unverrückt anhangen. Du bist meines Lebens Leben; nun kann ich mich durch dich wohl zufrieden geben. 11 Ich bin rein um deinetwillen: Du gibst g’nug Ehr und Schmuck, mich darein zu hüllen. Ich will dich ins Herze schließen, o mein Ruhm! Edle Blum, laß dich recht genießen. 12 Ich will dich mit Fleiß bewahren; ich will dir leben hier, dir will ich hinfahren; mit dir will ich endlich schweben voller Freud ohne Zeit dort im andern Leben. Topics: Das Kirchenjahr Weihnachten Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Hymnal: Vierstimmige Melodien für das Gesangbuch #14 (1910) Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Evangelisches Kirchengesangbuch #27 (1969) Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676 Hymnal: Gesangbuch #40 (1910) Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Sonntagschulbuch #62 (1896) Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen dieser Zeit

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: Deutsches Liederbuch #142 (1895) Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen dieser Zeit]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Hymnal: Vierstimmige Melodien #40 (1897) Languages: German Tune Title: [Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen]

Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen

Hymnal: Adoru kantante #38 (1971) First Line: Flugu, kor', per ĝojflugiloj Languages: Esperanto Tune Title: FRÖHLICH SOLL

All My Heart Sings and Rejoices

Author: P. Gerhardt, 1607-76; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #115 (1996) Meter: 8.3.3.6 D Lyrics: 1 All my heart sings and rejoices As I hear Far and near Sweetest angel voices. "Christ is born," their choirs are singing Till the air Ev'rywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Forth today the Conqueror goeth, Who the foe, Sin and woe, Death and hell, o'erthroweth. God is man, man to deliver; His dear Son Now is one With our blood forever. 3 Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who, to save, Freely gave His most cherished Treasure? To redeem us, He hath given His own Son From the throne Of His might in heaven. 4 Should He who Himself imparted Aught withhold From the fold, Leave us broken-hearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who, to cheer Suff'rers here, Left His throne above us? 5 If our blessed Lord and Maker Hated men, Would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He in our woe delighted, Would He bear All the care Of our race benighted? 6 He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away And for aye Full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders And our race, By His grace, Meet for glory renders. 7 Hark! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat: "Flee from woe and danger. Brethren, from all ills that grieve you You are freed; All you need I will surely give you." 8 Come, then, banish all your sadness, One and all, Great and small; Come with songs of gladness. Love Him who with love is glowing; Hail the Star, Near and far Light and joy bestowing. 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Weep no more; See the door To celestial pleasure. Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain, or loss Can again betide you. 10 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted, Who for sin, Deep within, Long and sore have smarted. For the poisoned wounds you're feeling Help is near, One is here Mighty for their healing. 11 Hither come, ye poor and wretched; Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretched. Here are riches without measure; Here forget All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. 12 Let me in my arms receive Thee; On Thy breast Let me rest, Savior, ne'er to leave Thee. Since Thou hast Thyself presented Now to me, I shall be Evermore contented. 13 Guilt no longer can distress me; Son of God, Thou my load Bearest to release me. Stain in me Thou findest never; I am clean, All my sin Is removed forever. 14 I am pure, in Thee believing, From Thy store Evermore Righteous robes receiving In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare, Let me there, Loving, ever hold Thee. 15 Dearest Lord, Thee will I cherish. Though my breath Fail in death, Yet I shall not perish, But with Thee abide forever There on high, In that joy Which can vanish never. Topics: Nativity of our Lord Languages: English Tune Title: FRÖLICH SOLL MEIN HERZE SPRINGEN

All My Heart This Night Rejoices

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #77 (1941) Meter: 8.3.3.6.8.3.3.6 Lyrics: 1 All my heart this night rejoices As I hear Far and near Sweetest angel voices. "Christ is born," their choirs are singing Till the air Ev'rywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Forth today the Conqueror goeth, Who the foe, Sin and woe, Death and hell, o'erthroweth. God is man, man to deliver; His dear Son Now is one With our blood forever. 3 Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who, to save, Freely gave His most cherished Treasure? To redeem us, He hath given His own Son From the throne Of His might in heaven. 4 Should He who Himself imparted Aught withhold From the fold, Leave us broken-hearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who, to cheer Suff'rers here, Left His throne above us? 5 If our blessed Lord and Maker Hated men, Would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He in our woe delighted, Would He bear All the care Of our race benighted? 6 He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away And for aye Full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders And our race, By His grace, Meet for glory renders. 7 Hark! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat: "Flee from woe and danger. Brethren, from all ills that grieve you You are freed; All you need I will surely give you." 8 Come, then, banish all your sadness, One and all, Great and small; Come with songs of gladness. Love Him who with love is glowing; Hail the Star Near and far Light and joy bestowing. 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Weep no more; See the door To celestial pleasure. Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain, or loss Can again betide you. 10 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted, Who for sin, Deep within, Long and sore have smarted. For the poisoned wounds you're feeling Help is near, One is here Mighty for their healing. 11 Hither come, ye poor and wretched; Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretched. Here are riches without measure; Here forget All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. 12 Let me in my arms receive Thee; On Thy breast Let me rest, Savior, ne'er to leave Thee. Since Thou hast Thyself presented Now to me, I shall be Evermore contented. 13 Guilt no longer can distress me; Son of God, Thou my load Bearest to release me. Stain in me Thou findest never; I am clean, All my sin Is removed forever. 14 I am pure, in Thee believing, From Thy store Evermore Righteous robes receiving. In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare, Let me there, Loving, ever hold Thee. 15 Dearest Lord, Thee will I cherish. Though my breath Fail in death, Yet I shall not perish, But with Thee abide forever There on high, In that joy Which can vanish never. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Christmas Scripture: Luke 2:11 Languages: English Tune Title: FRÖHLICH SOLL MEIN HERZE