2 Cold on His cradle the dewdrops 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.

3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and offerings Divine,
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly 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.

5 Brightest 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.

Bishop Reginald Heber, 1811

darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the ho ri - zon a

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

1 From the east-ern mountains, Press-ing on, they come, Wise men in their wisdom,

Ere the worlds be- gan, Draw Thou near,and light- en Ev-ery heart of man. A-MEN.