Christians awake, salute the happy morn Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Demons in act, but gods at least in face.

But who alas! can love and then be wise?

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, / Would starve us all, or near it; / But be it known to Skin and Bone / That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Christians awake, salute the happy morn, / Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.