Awake, ye Christians! arise and sing,

And hail the happy morn

Whereon your glorious heavenly King

In Bethlehem was born.

No earthly crown bedecked his brow,

No splendour there displayed;

The humble Jesus, meek and low,

Was in a manger laid.

Though meek and lowly he appeared

Amongst the sons of men,

The glorious tidings soon were heard

Through Judah’s fertile plain.

As shepherds watched their flocks by night,

A glorious sight appeared;

Filled with amazement at the sight,

An angel’s voice they heard.

The heavenly choir in view appeared,

With sweet seraphic voice,

And soon the Saviour’s name was heard,

They bade mankind rejoice.

To Bethlehem, then, the shepherds went,

To worship at his feet;

Their minds were filled with sweet content,

Their Saviour God they greet.

Come, own the sins of all the year,

Of all your lives, and pray;

Don’t add more crimes and vengeance dare,

Abusing Christmas-day.