Brightest And Best

Hail the blest morn, when the great Mediator Down from the regions of glory descends Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger Lo, for His guard, the bright angels attends 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 dew drops are shining Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall Angels adore Him, in slumbers reclining Wise men and shepherds before Him do fall