Sleep, Weary World

Sleep

wea­ry world

and take thy rest

Thy count­less eye­lids close;

Shut all thy cares wit­hin thy breast

For once in peace re­pose.

Wake

slum­ber­ing world

a mid­night cry

Comes with al­migh­ty breath;

Wake

thy re­demp­tion draw­eth nigh

Rise from the dust of death.

Yon star

those an­gels

shep­herds

kings

A birth from Heav’n pro­claim;

God’s on­ly Son thy ran­som brings

Emanuel is His name.

Yon star

those angels

shepherds

kings

A birth from Heaven proclaim;

The Son of God salvation brings

Emmanuel is His name.

Gather thy child­ren from afar

Of climes and tongues un­known;

Show them the sta­ble and the star

Christ’s man­ger and His throne.

There

with the an­gels

loud and sweet

All hearts

all voic­es blend;

There

with the shep­herds at His feet

All knees

all na­tions bend.

There

with the wise men from the east

Sinners their of­fer­ings bring;

Each at this al­tar be a priest

And ev­ery priest a king.

For He shall wash them in His blood

Shall with His robes ar­ray

And make them kings and priests to God

Lord Je­sus

haste the day.