A Song of Praise for the Birth of Christ

AWay dark thoughts; Awake, my Joy;
Awake, my Glory, Sing,
Sing Songs to Celebrate the Birth
Of Jacobs God and King:
O happy Night, that brought forth Light:
Which makes the Blind to see!
The day-Spring from on High came down
To Chear and Visit Thee.

The wakeful Shepherds near their Flocks,
Were watching for the Morn;
But better News from Heav'n was brought
Your Saviour Christ is Born.
In Bethlem-Town the Infant Lies,
Within a place obscure;
O Little Bethlem, poor in Walls,
But Rich in Furniture!

Since Heaven is now come down to Earth,
Hither the Angels Fly;
Heark how the Heavenly Quire doth Sing,
Glory to God […] High:
The News is spread, the Church is glad,
Simeon, o'recome with Joy,
Sings with the Infant in his Arms,
Now let thy Servant die.

Wise Men from far beheld the Star,
Which was their faithful Guide;
Until it pointed forth the Babe,
And him they glorified:
Do Heaven and Earth Rejoyce and Sing,
Shall we our Christ deny?
He's Born for us, and we for Him;
Glory to God on High.