Awake, Awake the Sacred Song

Awake

awake the sacr­ed song

To our in­car­nate Lord;

Let ev­ery heart and ev­ery tongue

Adore th’eter­nal Word.

That aw­ful Word

that sov­er­eign pow­er

By whom the worlds were made;

(O hap­py morn

il­lus­tri­ous hour!)

Was once in flesh ar­rayed.

Then shone al­migh­ty pow­er and love

In all their glo­ri­ous forms

When Je­sus left His throne ab­ove

To dwell with sin­ful worms.

To dwell with mi­se­ry be­low

The Sav­ior left the skies

And sunk to wretch­ed­ness and woe

That worth­less man might rise.

Adoring an­gels tuned their songs

To hail the joy­ful day;

With rap­ture then let mor­tal tongues

Their grate­ful wor­ship pay.

What glo­ry

Lord

to Thee is due?

With won­der we adore;

But could we sing as an­gels do

Our high­est praise were poor.