Hail happy morn, thrice happy we, Who from our bondage are set free: From Jesse's line doth spring a ray, Shall turn our darksome night to day. Sweet Hallelujah let us sing To God, our Saviour and our King. Hark, a glad voice the sinner cheers, Prepare the way, a God appears; A God! a God! lost man to save From hell, destruction, and the grave. Sweet Hallelujah let us sing To God, our Saviour and our King. The Saviour's come, by prophets told, The deaf do hear, the blind behold, The dumb do speak, the dead are rais'd, The lame do walk, and sing his praise. Sweet Hallelujah let us sing To God, our Saviour and our King. Let no dark clouds obstruct the morn Whereon the Lord of life was born, Let mortals join to sing his fame, And duly celebrate the same. Sweet Hallelujah let us sing To God, our Saviour and our King.