BRIGHTEST AND BEST OF THE SONS OF THE MORNING
DAWN ON OUR DARKNESS AND LEND US THINE AID
STAR OF THE EAST THE HORIZON A DORNING
GUIDE WHERE OUR INFANT REDEEMER IS LAID
COLD ON HIS CRADLE THE DEW DROPS ARE SHINING
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
ODORS OF EDOM AND OFF’RINGS 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 FAVOR SECURE
RICHER BY FAR IS THE HEART’S ADORATION
DEARER TO GOD ARE THE PRAYERS OF THE POOR
