Wake! O my soul, and hail the morn
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Wake! O my soul, and hail the morn;For unto us a Saviour's born:See how the angels wing their wayTo usher in the glorious day!
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Hark! what sweet music! what a songSounds from the bright, celestial throng!Sweet song, whose melting strains impartJoy to each raptured, listening heart.
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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."