Wake! O my soul, and hail the morn
1
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!
2
Hark! what sweet music! what a song
Sounds from the bright, celestial throng!
Sweet song, whose melting strains impart
Joy to each raptured, listening heart.
3
Come, join the angels as they cry,
"Glory to God who reigns on high;
Let peace and love on earth abound,
While spheres revolve and years roll round."