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Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Dawn on our darkness, and lead us thine aid Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid

Cold on His cradle the dew- drops are shinning Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall Angels adore Him in slumber reclining Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion Odours of Edom, and offerings divine Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine

Vainly we offer each ample oblation Vainly with gifts would His favour 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 of the East, the horizon adorning Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid