گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
All this night bright angels sing,
Never was such caroling,
Hark! a voice which loudly cries,
“Mortals, mortals, wake and rise.”
Lo! to gladness turns your sadness:
From the earth is ris’n a Son,
Shines all night tho’ day be done.”
Wake, O earth, wake ev’ry thing,
Wake and hear the joy I bring:
Wake and joy; for all this night,
Heav’n and ev’ry twinkling light,
All amazing, still stand gazing,
Angels, pow’rs and all that be,
Wake, and joy this Son to see.
Hail! O Son, O blessčd Light,
Sent into this world by night;
Let Thy rays and heav’nly pow’rs,
Shine in these dark souls of ours.
For most duly, Thou art truly
God and Man, we do confess:
Hail, O Sun of Righteousness!
