Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn,
For unto us a Saviour’s born;
See how the angels wing their way,
To usher in the glorious day!

Hark! what sweet music, what a song,
Sounds from the bright celestial throng?
Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart
Joy to each raptured, list’ning heart.

Come, join the angels in the sky,
Glory to God, who reigns on high;
Let peace and love on earth abound,
While time revolves and years roll round.

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