1. Hail, the blest morn, see the great Mediator,
Down from the region of glory descend!
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,
Lo, for his guard the bright angels attend.
R.: 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.
2. Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining;
low lise his bed, with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining,
Wise men and shepherds before him do fall.
R.
3. Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold we his favour secure.
Richer by far is the heart's adoration:
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
R.