Rosy Dawn, with Locks of Gold

Rosy dawn

with locks of gold

Looks up­on the world awak­ing;

For the day by pro­phets told

Lo

in beau­ty now is break­ing

And the Christ is come to earth:

Hail

all hail His won­drous birth.

Minstrels from the realms of light

Bend to earth to sing His prais­es

For

from depth to high­est height

God our fall­en race up­rais­es;

Now the Christ is come to earth

Hail

all hail His won­drous birth.

Go to Beth­le­hem

wan­der­ers lone

Seek the Christ

for whom such glo­ry

Flashing from the heav­en­ly throne

Floods with light the an­cient sto­ry:

For the Christ is come to earth

Hail

all hail His won­drous birth.

There

in weak­ness see Him lie

Cradled where His mo­ther laid Him

Who

by min­strels from the sky

Hath im­mor­tal hon­ors paid Him;

See the God-man come to earth

Hail

all hail His won­drous birth.

King im­mor­tal! trea­sures rare

Gifts of heart and life we bring Thee;

Hearts and voic­es ev­ery­where

More than gold—their prais­es bring Thee;

Thou

O Christ

art come to earth

Hail

all hail Thy won­drous birth.