For a star has risen on high
This is not the time for sadness
For your redemption draweth nigh
Oh lift up your weary head
Oh poor soul do awake
Go forth and sing your praises
For God will not forsake
It's time for Holy mass
On this cold Christmas Eve
It's time to go forth in joy
No longer poor sinner grieve
For God has come to rescue
Behold He becomes man
The Son of God in meekness
To fulfil the Fathers plan
Awake, awake
Oh my soul do awake
I long to eat the Bread
Of life, oh how I ache
For the bread of heaven
Manna has come down
In the manger in Bethlehem
God in flesh has now been found
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