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.
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.