Awake thou that sleepest.
Hail, ransomed world! awake to glory!
For God, the Saviour, bids you rise;
Angelic hosts proclaim the story,
And speed the tidings from the skies:
Shall then the Prince of Darkness reigning,
Oppress the earth from pole to pole,
And bind in chains the immortal soul—
His hands all sacred things profaning?
Awake! O Church, awake!