Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue,
My glo­ry wake and sing,
And ce­le­brate the ho­ly birth,
The birth of Is­ra­el’s king!

O hap­py night that brought forth light,
Which makes the blind to see,
The Day­spring from on high came down
To cheer and vi­sit thee.

The care­ful shep­herds with their flocks
Were watch­ing for the morn,
But bet­ter news from Heav’n was brought;
Your Sav­ior now is born!

In Beth­le­hem the In­fant lies,
Within a place ob­scure,
Your Sav­ior’s come, O sing God’s praise!
O sing His praise for­e’er.