Bounden in a bond;
Four thousand winter
Thought he not too long.
All for an apple,
An apple that he took,
As clerkes finden
Written in their book.
Ne had the apple taken been,
The apple taken been,
Ne had never our Lady
Abeen heavene queen.
Blessed be the time
That apple taken was;
Therefore we moun singen:
Deo gracias! Deo gracias! Deo gracias!
Anonymous
All my heart this night rejoices (#ulink_85f890a4-201d-5ca0-a5d0-1bf257f6dfd6)
Paul Gerhardt wrote this carol as a hymn-writer and preacher in the German parish of Luebben. The uplifting tone of the carol is particularly poignant when considered in light of the events in Gerhardt’s own life at the time – he had been expelled from his previous pastorate on political grounds and was still grieving the deaths of his wife and four of his five children.
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.
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.
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.
He becomes the Lamb that taketh
Sin away
And for aye
Full atonement maketh.
For our like his own he tenders;
And our race,
By his grace,
Meet for glory renders.