First version
 English text
Arise and hail the sacred day,
Cast all low cares of life away,
And thought of meaner things.
This day, to cure thy deadly woes,
The sun of righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings.
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O then let heav'n and earth rejoice,
Creation's whole united voice,
And hymn the happy day.
If angels, on that happy morn
The Saviour of the world was born,
Pour'd forth seraphic songs,
Much more should we of human race
Adore the wonders of his grace,
To whom the grace belongs.
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How wonderful, how vast his love!
Who left the shining realms above,
Those happy seats of rest.
How much for lost mankind he bore,
Their peace and pardon to restore,
Can never be express'd.
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Whilst we adore his boundless grace,
And pious mirth and joy takes place
Of sorrow, grief and pain,
Give glory to our God on high,
And not amongst the gen'ral joy
Forget goodwill to men.
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Second version
English text
Arise and hail the sacred day,
Cast all low cares of life away,
And thoughts of meaner things:
This day to cure thy deadly woes,
The Son of righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings.
If angels, on the sacred morn
The Son of righteousness was born,
Pour’d forth their seraphs' songs,
How should all people then on earth,
Triumph in honour of his birth:
The praise to him belongs!
Then let us with the angels join
And praise his glorious name divine,
With hallelujahs high;
With endless thanks to God above,
In showing forth his boundless love
To all eternity.
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