Chorus (Rise then, O rise, and let your voices)

Rise then, O rise, and let your voices
Tell the Spheres the Soul rejoyces.
In Beth'lem this auspicious Morn,
The Glorious Son of God is born.
The Child of Glory, Prince of Peace,
Brings Mercy that will never cease,
Merits that wipe away the sin
Each Humane Soul was forfeit in;
And washing off the fatall stain,
Man to his Maker knits again:
Joyn then your gratefull Notes, and sing
Hosannah's to the Heav'nly King.