|BWV 248I Jauchzet, frohlocket, auf, preiset die Tage (Weihnachts-Oratorium I)
Poet unknown (Picander?); PT (Leipzig, 1734); Facs: Neumann T, p. 448.
2. Lk. 2:1 and 3-6; 5. Paul Gerhardt, verse 1 of "Wie soll ich dich empfangen," 1653 (Fischer-Tümpel, III, #401); 6. Lk. 2:7; 7. Martin Luther, verse 6 of "Gelobet seist du, Jesu Christ," 1524 (Wackernagel, III, #9), with interpolated recitative; 9. Martin Luther, verse 13 of "Vom Himmel hoch, da komm ich her," 1535 (Wackernagel, III, #39).
25 December 1734, Leipzig; Parody: 1, 8 <--- BWV 214/1, 7; 4<--- BWV 213/9.
BG 5, 2; NBA II/6.
1. Chorus (S, A, T, B)
Triumph, rejoicing, rise, praising these days now,
Let us the name of our ruler now honor!
2. Recit. (T) Evangelist
It occurred, however, at the time that a decree from the Emperor Augustus went out that all the world should be enrolled. And everyone then went forth to be enrolled, each person unto his own city. And then as well went up Joseph from Galilee from the city of Nazareth into the land of Judea to David's city which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and of the lineage of David to be enrolled there with Mary, who was betrothed to be his wife, and she was pregnant. And while they were in that place, there came the time for her to be delivered.
3. Recit. (A)
Now is my dearest bridegroom rare,
4. Aria (A)
Prepare thyself, Zion, with tender affection,
Must today shine much more brightly,
Hasten, the bridegroom to love with deep passion.
5. Chorale (S, A, T, B)
How shall I then receive thee
6. Recit. (T) Evangelist
And she brought forth her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him within a manger, for they had no other room in the inn for them.
7. Chorale (S) and Recit. (B)
Who will the love then rightly praise
Which this our Savior for us keeps?
Yea, is there one who understandeth
How he by mankind's woe is moved?
The Most High's Son comes in the world
Whose health to him so dear is held,
So will he as a man himself be born now.
8. Aria (B)
Mighty Lord, O strongest sovereign,
All its pomp and grace hath fashioned,
Must within the hard crib slumber.
9. Chorale (S, A, T, B)
Ah my belove'd Jesus-child,
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