Christians, awake, salute the happy morn (John Wainwright)
- Editor: Rod Mather (submitted 2008-12-29). Score information: A4, 1 page, 26 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2004-10-30). Score information: A4, 1 page, 23 kB Copyright: Free Art License
- Edition notes: listed alphabetically by composer, old English Christmas carol.
First published: 1766 in A Collection of Psalm Tunes, Anthems, Hymns and Chants, p. 66
Description: Christians, awake, salute the happy morn was one of two Christmas hymns in John Wainwright's only known publication, A Collection of Psalm Tunes, Anthems, Hymns and Chants, being published on pages 66-67 of that collection.
The tune had previously been published, without attribution to Wainwright, in the first part of A Collection of Tunes, compiled by Caleb Ashworth in 1761. In that book, it is used with Isaac Watts' text 'The God of glory sends his summons forth'.
Hymn Tune Index tune number 2739.
Original text and translations
Christians, awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Savior of the world was born.
Rise to adore the mystery of love
Which hosts of angels chanted from above,
With them the joyful tidings first begun
Of God incarnate and the virgin’s Son.
Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, “Behold,
I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth
To you and all the nations of the earth;
This day hath God fulfilled his promised Word;
This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord.
He spoke; and straightaway the celestial choir
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire;
The praises of redeeming love they sang,
And Heav’n’s whole orb with alleluias rang.
God’s highest glory was their anthem still,
Peace on the earth and unto men good will.
To Bethl’hem straight th’enlightened shepherds ran
To see the wonder God had wrought for man
And found, with Joseph and the blessèd maid,
Her Son, the Savior, in a manger laid;
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return,
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn.
Like Mary let us ponder in our mind
God’s wondrous love in saving lost mankind!
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
From his poor manger to his bitter cross,
Tread in his steps, assisted by his grace,
Till man’s first heav’nly state again takes place.
Then may we hope, th’angelic hosts among,
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song.
He that was born upon this joyful day
Around us all his glory shall display.
Saved by his love, incessantly we sing
Eternal praise to Heav’n’s almighty King.