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Awake! ye drowsy souls

And hear what I shall tell;

Remember Christ, the Lamb of God,

Redeemed our souls from hell.

He's crowned with thorns, spit on with scorn,

The Jews have hid themselves.

So God send you all a joyful New Year.

They bound Christ's body to a tree,

And wounded Him full sore;

From every wound the blood ran down

Till Christ could bleed no more;

His dying wounds, all rent and tore,

Were covered with pearly gore.

So God send you all a joyful New Year.