^mn ^immel l^o^ ha tomm i^ l^et From Heayen alboye to Earth -fl)'f^w=irFrom heav'n a To bear good news to ev I5^ now will say and sing.
1 Som Jpimmel ^0(^ ta fomm i(^ ^er, 3<^ bringt eud) gute neue T)er guten ^ölük bring {(^ fo öiel, Xaöon t(^ fingen unD fagen will.
Sud» ifi txxi ^{nbtein I)cut' geboren SBon einer Jungfrau auöerfor'n, (Sin Äinl^elein fo gart unD fein, %^i fo(I euV greut unt» S?onne fein.
3 So ift ter Jperr (E&rift nnfer ®ott, Ter jt)iö eudj fü^r^n auö aüer 5^ot^, Sr will cu^r ^eilant) fcK^er fein, J8on allen ©unten mai^en rein.
4 Sr h'ingt euc^ alle Seligteit, Die ©Ott ter SSater l)at bereitet, Xa^ itr mit unö im Himmelreich ©ollt leben nun unt> ewiglid).
5 ©0 merfet nun baö 3fid)cn rec^t, X;ie Grippen, 2ßinlelein fo fä)(ed;t. t;a ftnöet i[)r taö ^inb gelegt, l:aö alle SSelt erhalt «nb trägt.
1 From heaven above to earth I come, To bear good news to every home j Glad tidings of great joy I bring, Whereof I now will say and sing.
2 To you, this night, is born a child Of Mary, chosen Mother mild This tender child of lowly birth, Shall be the joy of all your earth.
'Tis Christ our God, who far on high Had heard your sad and bitter cry Himself will your salvation be, Himself from sin will make you free.
4 He brings those blessings long ago Prepared by God for all below ; That in liis heavenly kingdom blest You may with us forever rest.
5 These are the tokens ye shall mark, The swaddling-clothes and manger dark ; There shall ye find the young child laid, By whom the heavens and earth were made.
Iftpt xtnö 2lUc frB^U(J§ fein UnD mit ten Jpirten ge^n hinein, 3u feVit waä ®ott unö ^at BefcE|eert, 9Jilt feinem lieben ©o^n öerc'^rt»
9)?erf auf, mein ^erj, «nb fte"^ kort fein:
\yi kern ^n^|)elettt ?
®e§ ijl iaö fc^öne ^intelein? ßg iji t)ciä liebe 3efulein.
8 Stä tüiüelomm, tu ekler ®aft, T)en ©linker nic^t öerfc^mä^et Unk Ibrnrnft in ©lenk |er ju mir, 2Bte foH {(^ immer kanlen kir ?
21[d^ ^err, ku ©c^öpfer alter Ü^tng^ 2Bie bifl ku worken fo gering, !Da§ ku ka Itegft auf kürrem ®ra^, ^Daöon ein 9link unk Sfel ap.
10 Uuk irär"* kie Sßett öielmal fo weit, 25on ßkelftein unk ©olk» bereite, (So tüär ftc ko(^ kir üiel ^u fleiti, 3u fein ein engeä SBiegelein.
!Der (Sammet unk kie ©eiken kein, T;aö ifl grob Jgeu unk» Sinkelein, Tiarauf ku ^bn^g fo gro§ unk rei(S ^perprangfl, alö »ürö 5 ein ^immelrei(^.
12 Daö I)at alfo gefallen kir, 1;ie 2öa^rl5eit an^useigen mir:
Sie aüer Seit mm, S^r m^ ®ut gür kir nit^t» gilt, ni^t^ 13 %^„ mein l^erjticbeö S^fulein, m^x^ kir ein rein fanft Settelein,
\xi mxxCi ^er3enS ©(^rein,. i:;a§ icb nimmer sergeflfe kein» 14 l;aöon \^ atlgeit frö'§li(| fei, 3u fpringen, fingen immer frei
Daö rechte ©ufannine* f(|cn, ?!Jiit iperjett Sujl ken füfen 3:on.
Sob, S^r fei ®ott im ^öd^ften 3;^ron, S:er uttö f(^enlt feinen einigen TeS freuen fic^ ker gngel ©c^aar Unk fingen unö foldj'ö neues 34i^.
* b. \ SffiiegenIteMein.
6 Now let US all, with gladsome cheer, Follow the shepherds, and draw near To see this wondrous gift of God, Who hath his own dear Son bestowed.
7 Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes What is it in yon manger lies ?
Who is this child, so young and fair ?
The blessed Christ-child lieth there 8 Welcome to earth, thou noble guest, Through whom e'en wicked men are blest Thou com'st to share our misery,
What can we render, Lord, to thee 9 Ah, Lord, who hast created all, How hast thou made thee weak and small, To lie upon the coarse dry grass,
The food of humble ox and ass.
10 And were the world X&a times as wide, With gold and jewels beautified, It would be far too small to be A little cradle, Lord, for thee.
1 1 Thy silk and velvet are coarse hay, Thy swaddling bands the mean array, With which even thou, a King so great, x4rt clad as with a robe of State.
12 Thus hath it pleased thee to make piain The truth to us, poor fools and vain, That this world's honor, wealth and might
Are naught and worthless in thy sight.
13 Ah, dearest Jesus, holy child, Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, Here in my poor heart's inmost shrine, That I may evermore be thine.
14 My heart for very joy doth leap, My lips no more can silence keep, I too must sing, with joyful tongue, That sweetest ancient cradle song
15 Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man his Son hath given, While angels sing, with pious mirth, A glad New Year to all the earth.