Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descends
Shepherds, go worship the Babe in a manger
Lo, for a guard, the bright angels attend
Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Fragrance of Edom and off’rings divine?
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid
Star in the East, the horizon adorning
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would His favor secure
Richer by far is the heart’s adoration
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid
Star in the East, the horizon adorning
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining
Wise men and shepherds before Him do fall
Maker and Monarch and Savior of all!
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid
Star in the East, the horizon adorning
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid
Star in the East, the horizon adorning
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.