Awake my soul! Awake my tongue!
My glory wake and sing
To celebrate the holy birth
Of Israel's King.
Awake, awake my soul
Awake, awake awake my soul, awake my tongue
Awake me
O happy this night that brought forth the light
Which makes the blind to see
The Dayspring from on high came down to thee.
Awake, awake my soul
Awake, awake awake my soul, awake my tongue
Awake me
In Bethlehem
The Christ child he lies
Within a place obscure
Your Saviour's come
O sing to God on high
This is by Benjamin Keach and I know it from Page CXVI's Advent to Christmas
A fuller version goes
Awake my soul! Awake my tongue!
My glory wake and sing
To celebrate the holy birth
Of Israel's King.
Awake, awake my soul
Awake, awake awake my soul, awake my tongue
Awake me
O happy this night that brought forth the light
Which makes the blind to see
The Dayspring from on high came down to thee.
Awake, awake my soul
Awake, awake awake my soul, awake my tongue
Awake me
In Bethlehem
The Christ child he lies
Within a place obscure
Your Saviour's come
O sing to God on high
