Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9777 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us sing with joyful mirth
The mystery of Immanuel’s birth,
Who, virgin born, is here;
The middle wall no longer stands,
No flaming sword in cherub’s hands
Inspires the soul with fear.
2 See, clear the pathway open lies
That upward leads to paradise,
Where stands the tree of life;
And freely may I enter in,
Whence I was driven by mortal sin,
And worsted in the strife.
3 For He, the Father’s only Son,
A glorious work hath now begun,
Descending from above
In servant’s form, though yet the Son,
Unchanging while the ages run,
To win us by His love.
4 Come, now, let hearts united be
To laud His praises joyfully,
The God-Man born today.
And let Thy mercy reach us now,
For pitiful and kind art Thou,
O Virgin Born, we pray. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Come, Let Us Sing With Joyful Mirth