Wake All Music’s Magic Powers

Wake all mu­sic’s ma­gic pow­ers

On this bliss­ful morn­ing;

Born to­day

the Child is ours

Theme of pro­phet’s warn­ing;

Giant in the race He tow’rs

Toil and dan­ger scorn­ing.

O that bless­èd go­ing out

Which sal­va­tion brought about

O that bless­èd go­ing out

Which sal­va­tion brought about.

Let this glo­ri­ous ho­li­day

Find such ho­ly spend­ing

That the sim­ple heart­ed may

Joy with­out of­fend­ing

And sweet char­ity may stay

With our con­course blend­ing.

Give we glo­ry to this feast

For man’s re­sto­ra­tion:

Now the guil­ty is re­leased

Freed from con­dem­na­tion:

By the wi­dow’s son de­ceased

See Eli­sha’s sta­tion!

O how bright is this day made

Day with ra­di­ance glow­ing

Which the Light of light dis­played

Light in dark­ness show­ing;

Chasing thus death’s gloomy shade

Brightness o’er us throw­ing!

Risen to­day in splen­dor bright

Shining to all ag­es

Beams the Sun

whose dist­ant light

Touched the pro­phet’s pag­es;

Now

to end the reign of night

Christ His pow­er en­gag­es.