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AWAKE
Awake, awake, belovèd!
The Christmas morn is here;
O'er valley, plain, and mountain-top,
The Day-star shineth clear.
The Christmas morn is here;
O'er valley, plain, and mountain-top,
The Day-star shineth clear.
O hark, O hark, belovèd!
Hear ye earth's glad acclaim;
To-day in every land and clime
Men breathe the Christ-Child's name.
Hear ye earth's glad acclaim;
To-day in every land and clime
Men breathe the Christ-Child's name.
We need no choiring angels,
Nor myth, nor legend dear;
We know Jehovah liveth,
We know the Christ is here.
Nor myth, nor legend dear;
We know Jehovah liveth,
We know the Christ is here.
Lo! at the door He knocketh—
He waits our love to win;
Awake, awake, belovèd,
Rise up, and let Him in!
He waits our love to win;
Awake, awake, belovèd,
Rise up, and let Him in!
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