Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Trumpet (Clarino) I + II + II + IV
Bassdrum
Oboe I + II + III
Bassoon
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Christians, etch ye now this day
Both in bronze and stones of marble!
Come, quick, join me at the manger
And display with lips of gladness
All your thanks and all you owe;
For the light which here breaks forth
Shows to you a sign of blessing.

O blessed day! O day exceeding rare, this,
On which the world's true help,
The Shiloh (1.), whom God in the Paradise
To mankind's race already pledged,
From this time forth was perfectly revealed
And seeketh Israel now from the prison and the chains of slav'ry Of Satan to deliver.
Thou dearest God, what are we wretches then?
A people fallen low which thee forsaketh;
And even still thou wouldst not hate us;
For ere we should according to our merits lie in ruin,
Ere that, must deity be willing,
The nature of mankind himself assuming,
Upon earth dwelling,
In shepherd's stall to be a child incarnate.
O inconceivable, yet blessed dispensation!

God, thou hast all well accomplished
Which to us now comes to pass.
Let us then forever trust him
And rely upon his favor,
For he hath on us bestowed
What shall ever be our pleasure.

Transformed be now today
The anxious pain
Which Israel hath troubled long and sorely burdened
To perfect health and blessing.
Of David's stem the lion now appeareth,
His bow already bent, his sword already honed,
With which he us to former freedom brings.

Call and cry to heaven now,
Come, ye Christians, come in order,
Ye should be in this rejoicing
Which God hath today achieved!
For us now his grace provideth
And with such salvation sealeth,
More than we could thank him for.

Redouble then your strength, ye ardent flames of worship,
And come in humble fervor all together!
Rise gladly heavenward
And thank your God for all this he hath done!

Highest, look with mercy now
At the warmth of rev'rent spirits!
Let the thanks we bring before thee
To thine ears resound with pleasure.
Let us e'er in blessing walk,
But yet / Let it / never come to pass
That we Satan's torments suffer.

Titus 2: 11-14; Isaiah 9: 2-7