Hail Brightest, Happiest Morn

Hail

bright­est

hap­pi­est morn

That ev­er beamed from Heav­en!

To us a child is born

To us a son is giv­en;

Let ev­ery heart its hom­age bring

In hon­or to the new­born King.

What won­drous love is this!

The Lord of life ap­pears

And quits the realms of bliss

For this dark vale of tears;

Consents to tread this curs­èd ground

Where sin and mi­se­ry abound.

Does not a ran­somed earth

The song of tri­umph raise

And hail a Sav­ior’s birth

With loud­est notes of praise?

Ah

wretch­ed men! too blind to see

The grace that Heav’n de­signs for thee.

Give us an an­gel’s tongue

An an­gel’s will­ing mind;

And let Thy name be sung

Great God

by all man­kind;

Let the whole earth with one ac­cord

Confess that Je­sus is the Lord.