Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Recorder I + II + III
Oboe I + II
Taille
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

The newly born, the tiny child,
The darling, little Jesus-child,
Doth once again the year renew
For this the chosen Christian throng.




O mortals, ye each day transgressing,
Ye ought the angels' gladness share.
Your jubilation's joyful shout
That God to you is reconciled
Hath you the sweetest comfort published.

The angels all who did before
Shun you, as though the cursed avoiding,
Make swell the air now in that higher choir,
That they at your salvation tell their gladness.
God, who did you from paradise
And angels' sweet communion thrust,
Lets you again, on earth now dwelling,
Through his own presence perfect blessedness recover:
So thank him now with hearty voices
For this awaited day in his new order.


If God, appeased, is now our friend,
How blest are we in him believing,
How can us harm the cruel foe?
His rage our comfort cannot ravish;
Spite devil and the gate of hell,
Their fury will them little profit,
The Jesus-child is now our shield.
God is with us and shall protect us.

This is a day himself the Lord hath made, (1.)
Which hath his Son into this world now brought.
O blessed day, here now fulfilled!
O faithful waiting, which henceforth is past!
O faith here, which its goal doth see!
O love here, which doth draw God nigh!
O joyfulness, which doth through sadness press
And God our lips' glad off'ring bring.

It brings the year of Jubilee,
Why do we mourn then anymore?
Quick, rise! Now is the time for song,
The Jesus-child fends off all woe.

Galatians 4: 1-7

Luke 2: 33-40