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Mortals, awake.
Mortals! awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay;
Love, joy, and gratitude combine
To hail the auspicious day.
2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,
And swept the sounding lyre.
3 The theme, the song, the joy was new
To each angelic tongue;
Swift through the realms of light it flew,
And loud the echo rung.
4 Down through the portals of the sky
The pealing anthem ran,
And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.
5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song,
Peace and salvation swell the note
Of all the heavenly throng.
6 With joy the chorus we’ll repeat,
“Glory to God on high!
Good will and peace are now complete—
Jesus was born to die!”
7 Hail, Prince of life! for ever hail!
Redeemer—brother—friend!
Though earth, and time, and life shall fail,
Thy praise shall never end.
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