Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn

Verse 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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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."