England's Antiphon

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Awake, my soul, and come away;

Put on thy best array,
Lest if thou longer stay,

Thou lose some minutes of so blest a day.

  Go run, And bid good-morrow to the sun;

Welcome his safe return To Capricorn, And that great morn Wherein a God was born, Whose story none can tell But he whose every word's a miracle.

To-day Almightiness grew weak;

The Word itself was mute, and could not speak.

That Jacob's star which made the sun To dazzle if he durst look on,
Now mantled o'er in Bethlehem's night, Borrowed a star to show him light.

He that begirt each zone,
To whom both poles are one,
Who grasped the zodiac in his hand, And made it move or stand,
Is now by nature man,
By stature but a span;
Eternity is now grown short;
A king is born without a court; The water thirsts; the fountain's dry; And life, being born, made apt to die.

Chorus. Then let our praises emulate and vie

  With his humility!
Since he's exiled from skies
That we might rise,--
From low estate of men
Let's sing him up again!
Each man wind up his heart
To bear a part
In that angelic choir, and show
His glory high, as he was low.
Let's sing towards men goodwill and charity,
Peace upon earth, glory to God on high!
  Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

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