As with glad-ness men of old Did the guiding star

with joy they hailed its light, Lead - ing on - ward, beam - ing bright,

1

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!

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,
Gem 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!

Reginald Heber, 1811

Thou didst leave Thy throne, And Thy king-ly crown When Thou camest to earth for me,

But in Bethlehem's home Was there found no room For Thy holy na- tiv - i

come to my heart, Lord Jesus, There is room in my heart for

Lead us Thy way, and ev'ry day Guide us to see what made Thee great. A-men.