1. Wake all music's magic powers, On this blissful morning, Born today, the Child is ours, Theme of Prophet's warning: Giant in the race He towers, Toil and danger scorning. R.: 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, R. 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! R. 4. O how bright is this day made, Day with radiance glowing, Which the Light of Light displayed, Light in darkness shewing; Chasing thus death's gloomy shade, Brightness o'er us throwing! R. 5. Risen today in splendour bright, Shining to all ages, Beams the Sun, whose distant light Touch'd the Prophet's pages; Now, to end the reign of night, Christ His power engages. R.