208. 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1Hail, all hail the joyful morn:

Tell it forth from earth to heaven,

That to us a child is born,

That to us a Son is given.

2Angels, bending from the sky,

Chanted, at the wondrous birth,

"Glory be to God on high,

Peace--good-will to man on earth."

3Join we then our feeble lays

To the chorus of the sky;

And, in songs of grateful praise,

Glory give to God on high.

Star of the East.

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 the infant Redeemer is laid.

2Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;

Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels bend o'er him, in slumber reclining,--

Monarch, Redeemer, Restorer of all.

3Say, 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?

4Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gold would his favor secure;

Richer by far is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5Brightest 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 the infant Redeemer is laid.