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