Hail the blest morn! See the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descend.
Shepherds, go worship the Babe in the manger;
Lo, for His guard the bright angels attend.
Brightest and best of the stars of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star in the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall.
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Savior of all.
Brightest and best of the stars of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star in the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.
Shall we not yield Him in costly devotion
Odors of Edom and offerings divine,
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
Brightest and best of the stars of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star in the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.
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I like the brisk tempo and light instrumental accompaniment for what is often sung rather slowly and with voices only.
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Before I discovered Shawn Kirchner’s arrangement, I’d only ever heard this sung at a slow, lumbering pace, almost like a dirge, and I really didn’t care for it. But I LOVE this version. 🙂
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