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You that have spent the silent night
in sleep and quiet rest,
and joy to see the cheerful light
that riseth in the east,
Now clear your voice, now cheer your heart,
come help me now to sing;
each willing wight come bear a part,
to praise the heavenly King.
The little birds which sing so sweet
are like the angels' voice,
which render God his praises meet,
and teach us to rejoice.
And as they more esteem that mirth
than dread the night's annoy,
so must we deem our days on earth
but hell to heavenly joy.
Unto which joys for to attain
God grant us all his grace,
and send us after worldly pain
in heaven to have a place;
Where we may still enjoy that light,
which never shall decay:
Lord, for thy mercy lend us might
to see that joyful day.