Hail, Blessèd Morn!

Hail

bless­èd morn!

When Christ was born

A babe in Beth­le­hem!

When at His birth

Peace came to earth

Good will to sons of men!

All hail the morn

When Christ was born!

Let earth ad­ore her king!

Join in the song

Of an­gel throng

And hal­le­lu­jahs sing!

Lo! from afar

Still shines the star

By faith we see the gem!

That went be­fore

Wise men of yore

And shone o’er Beth­le­hem!

No room

they said

So He was laid

In man­ger rude and bare;

Low lies His head

In hum­ble bed;

The shep­herds found Him there.

Wise men of old

Brought gifts of gold

Of frank­in­cense and myrrh;

But far ab­ove

All gifts of love

The heart doth God pre­fer.