Words: Anonymous, in A Selection of Carols, Pieces and Anthems (London: W. Kent, circa 1860), page 11.
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Arise and sing, dispel your fears,
Tidings of joy salute your ears,
And Heav’n pours forth its sacred light
To dissipate the gloom of night.
See from the highest realms of bliss
Angels descend to publish peace;
Wrapped in the glorious theme, the plains
Resound in their melodious strain.
Lo, the bright sun of righteousness,
Appears the desert world to bless;
May every soul their tribute bring,
And worlds unborn His glory sing.