Awake ye saints, awake

Salute this baby morn

With songs of joy and praise

In adoration fall

Come, bless the blessed Hold day

The like of the rest, yet in heaven

On this blest holy morn

The Lord rose from the dead

He broke the gates of death

Triumphant over our foe

And now He pleads for us above

Gathering the harvest of love

All hail to Thee thou King

Hosannas raise above

The earth in humble voice

Joins in the glad refrain

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain

To live and reign forever more.