You that have spent the si­lent night
In sleep and qui­et rest,
And joy to see the cheer­ful light
That ris­eth in the east,
Now clear your voice, now cheer your heart,
Come, help me now to sing;
Each will­ing wight, come bear a part,
To praise the heav’n­ly King.

And you whom care in pri­son keeps
Or sick­ness doth sup­press,
Or sec­ret sor­row breaks your sleeps
Or do­lours to dis­tress:
Yet bear a part in humble wise,
Yea, think it good ac­cord,
And full and fit­ting sac­ri­fice
Each soul to praise the Lord.

Unto His joys for to at­tain
God grant us all His grace,
And send us after world­ly pain
In Heav’n to have a place;
Where we may still en­joy that light
Which ne­ver shall de­cay:
Lord, for Thy mer­cy lend us might
To see that joy­ful day.