The King's Birthday / Richard R. Terry

SOURCE - CPDL
FOR - SATB

Awake! glad heart, get up and sing,
It is the birthday of thy King.
Awake! Awake!
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
Awake! Awake, glad heart, get up and sing.

Awake! Awake! Hark how th’wood rings,
Winds whisper, and the busy springs
A concert make;
Awake! Awake!
Man is their high priest, and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
Awake! Awake, glad heart, get up and sing.

I would I were some bird or star,
Flutt’ring in woods, or lifted far
Above this inn,
And road of sin!
Then either star or bird should be
Shining or singing still to Thee.
Awake! Awake, glad heart, get up and sing.