Page Cxvi - Awake my soul awake my tongue

Awa^Eke, my soul Awake, my tongue, My gl^Aory wake and si^Eng, To ^F#mcelebrate ^C#m the holy b^Airth of Israel’s King^E

Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make my soul, my tong^Aue, awake me^E

O h^Eappy this night that bro^Aught forth the li^Eght Which ma^Akes the blind to s^Eee, The ^F#mDayspring fro^Em on h^Aigh Came down to thee^E

Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make my soul, my tong^Aue, awake me^E

In ^EBethlehem the Chri^Ast child he lies,^E Withi^An a place obsc^Eure, Your^F#m Savior’s com^Ee, O s^Aing to God on high ^E

Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make my soul, my tong^Aue, awake me^E

Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make, aw^Eake my so^Bul Aw^F#make my soul, my tong^Aue, awake me^E