Joy fills our inmost hearts today!
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, Emmanuel.

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Low at the cradle throne we bend,
We wonder and adore;
And feel no bliss can ours transcend,
No joy was sweet before.
Rejoice, rejoice! the incarnate Word
Has come on earth to dwell;
No sweeter sound than this is heard,
Emmanuel, Emmanuel.

For us the world must lose its charms
Before the manger shrine,
When, folded in thy mother's arms,
We see thee, Babe divine.
Rejoice, rejoice! the incarnate Word
Has come on earth to dwell;
No sweeter sound than this is heard,
Emmanuel, Emmanuel.

Thou Light of uncreated Light,
Shine on us, holy Child;
That we may keep thy birthday bright,
With service undefiled.
Rejoice, rejoice! the incarnate Word
Has come on earth to dwell;
No sweeter sound than this is heard,
Emmanuel, Emmanuel.

Amen.