1 Thrice joyful night, with blessings dight,
Which saw the Savior’s birth;
From Heaven high my God is nigh
To calm the woes of earth.
2 When Eve’s sad fall had, like a pall,
Enshrouded all our race,
As man He came, for man to claim
A light for earth’s dark face.
3 Th’eternal Light, the Godhead bright,
In swathing bands they fold;
The King of all in lowly stall
The ox and ass behold.
4 Th’almighty Word whom hosts adored
A silent Infant lay;
The sun grows old, its beam falls cold;
What mean these marvels? Say!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10695
|First Line:||Thrice joyful night, with blessings dight|
|Title:||Thrice Joyful Night|
|Latin Title:||O Ter Faecundas, O Ter Jucundas|
|Translator:||Edwin C. Leaton-Blenkinsopp|
|Source:||Tr.: Lyra Messianica by Orby Shipley (London: Longman, Green, Longman, roberts & Green, 1864)|
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10695||Thrice Joyful Night||Thrice joyful night, with blessings dight||EAGLEY||Jean Mauburn; Edwin C. Leaton-Blenkinsopp||CM||Tr.: <cite>Lyra Messianica</cite> by Orby Shipley (London: Longman, Green, Longman, roberts & Green, 1864)|