from The Oxford Book of Carols • read by Roger Mullock
All this night shrill chanticleer,
Day’s proclaiming trumpeter,
Claps her wings and loudly cries,
Mortals, mortals, wake and rise!
See a wonder
Heaven is under;
From the earth is risen a Sun
Shines all night, though day be done.
Wake, O earth, wake everything!
Wake and hear the joy I bring;
Wake and joy; for all this night
Heaven and every twinkling light,
Still stand gazing.
Angels, Powers, and all that be,
Wake, and joy this Sun to see.
Hail, O Sun, O blessèd Light,
Sent into the world by night!
Let thy rays and heavenly powers
Shine in these dark souls of ours;
For most duly
Thou art truly
God and man, we do confess;
Hail, O Sun of Righteousness!