Wake, My Heart, While Round Thee Swelling Lyrics

1. Wake, my heart, while round thee swelling,
Songs of praise, angels raise,
Joyful tidings telling.
Hark, the [Chorus] pealing o'er thee,
"On this morn, Christ was born.
Born a Saviour for thee!"

2. From His chamber shining glorious,
Christ this day leads the way,
O'er our foes victorious.
God to man such pity beareth,
For our sakes flesh He takes,
And our nature weareth.

3. Now from out His manger lowly,
Hark His call greets us all
With sweet accents holy:
"Mothers, come! I will restore you;
Cease your tears, griefs, and fears,
I bring comfort to you."

4. To His voice O let us listen,
High and low let us now
To this Saviour hasten:
Loving Him whose love invites us,
Let us gaze on the rays
Of the Star that lights us.