Brightest and best of the sons of the morning

1Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

2Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

3Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and offering divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

4Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.