Hail the Blest Morn.

HAIL the blest morn! when the great Mediator Down from the regions of glory descends! Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger; Lo! for your guide the bright angel attends!

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