Wake! O my soul, and hail the morn

1Wake! 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!

2Hark! what sweet music! what a song
Sounds from the bright, celestial throng!
Sweet song, whose melting strains impart
Joy to each raptured, listening heart.

3Come, 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!