All this night bright angels sing,|
Never was such caroling,
Hark! a voice which loudly cries,
Mortals, mortals, wake and rise.
Lo! to gladness turns your sadness:
From the earth is risn a Son,
Shines all night tho day be done.
Wake, O earth, wake evry thing,
Wake and hear the joy I bring:
Wake and joy; for all this night,
Heavn and evry twinkling light,
All amazing, still stand gazing,
Angels, powrs and all that be,
Wake, and joy this Son to see.
Hail! O Son, O blessèd Light,
Sent into this world by night;
Let Thy rays and heavnly powrs,
Shine in these dark souls of ours.
For most duly, Thou art truly
God and Man, we do confess:
Hail, O Sun of Righteousness!