Awake up my glory, awake up my lute!

On this happy morning how can I be mute?

Come, mortals, assist me, your music all bring,

To welcome the birth-day of Christ our King.

Chorus.—Glory to God our King!

Let men with angels sing,

All glory to God, Hallelujah. Amen.

Hark! angels delighted proclaim the glad news,

While shepherds benighted the wonder reviews;

How sweet were the tidings on this blessed morn,

When Christ our Saviour was in Bethlehem born!

All glory, &c.

The wise men directed to that happy place,

With joy and with wonder beheld his dear face;

They worshipp’d the Saviour whom angels adore,

And bowing before Him, presented their store.

All glory, &c.

While we the glad story repeat in our verse,

May each of us glory his deeds to rehearse;

And shout out “Salvation to Jesus belongs!”

Till each list’ning nation re-echoes our songs.

All glory, &c.