1 Wake all music’s magic pow’rs,
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.

Refrain:
O that blessed going out,
Which salvation brought about,
O that blessed going out,
Which salvation brought about.

2 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. [Refrain]

3 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! [Refrain]

4 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! [Refrain]

5 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. [Refrain]