Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Wake, My Heart, While Round Thee Swelling 1. Wake, my heart, while round thee swelling, Songs of praise, angels raise, Joyful tidings telling. Hark, the [Chorus] pealing o'er thee, "On this morn, Christ was born. Born a Saviour for thee!" 2. From His chamber shining glorious, Christ this day leads the way, O'er our foes victorious. God to man such pity beareth, For our sakes flesh He takes, And our nature weareth. 3. Now from out His manger lowly, Hark His call greets us all With sweet accents holy: "Mothers, come! I will restore you; Cease your tears, griefs, and fears, I bring comfort to you." 4. To His voice O let us listen, High and low let us now To this Saviour hasten: Loving Him whose love invites us, Let us gaze on the rays Of the Star that lights us. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #