BIRTH OF CHRIST

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Awake, awake, arise,
and hail the glorious morn!
Hark! how the angels sing
to you a Saviour's born;
Now let our hearts in concert move,
And every tongue be turned to love.

Glory to God on high,
For our Emmanuel's birth;
To mortal men good will,
And peace and joy on earth:
With angels now we will repeat
Their songs, still new and ever sweet.

Second verse from Primitive Hymns (Verse 4)