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.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops 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,
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
Such a beautiful hymn, it says it all.
ReplyDeleteMy favourite carol is Three Kings from Persian Lands Afar! I remember learning it at school.
ReplyDeleteSo nice , loely to read
ReplyDeleteWe can't get to the Epiphany service today...too much snow.
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This is new to me - very powerful. Happy Feast of the Epiphany Angela xo
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if I know this one. It is beautiful though!
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