Come your hearts and voices raising

sin and death may well be groaning,

satan now may well be moaning;

we, our full salvation owning,

cast our every care away.

see how god, for us providing,

gave his son and life abiding;

he our weary steps is guiding

from earth’s woes to heav’nly joy.

christ, from heaven to us descending

and in love our race befriending,

in our need his help extending,

saved us from the wily foe.

jacob’s star in all its splendor

beams with comfort sweet and tender,

forcing satan to surrender,

breaking all the powers of hell.

from the bondage that oppressed us,

from sin’s fetters that possessed us,

from the grief that sore distressed us,

we, the captives, now are free.

oh, the joy beyond expressing

when by faith we grasp this blessing

and to thee we come confessing

that our freedom thou hast wrought!

gracious child, we pray thee, hear us,

from thy lowly manger cheer us,

gently lead us and be near us

till we join th’angelic choir.