| Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills, More radiant far than any earthly morn; 'Tis heavenly light that all creation fills-- The Christ is born. | | Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed, Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn, In Bethlehem's manger is at length revealed-- The Christ is born. | | Lo, from their watch the herdsmen raise their eyes, For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn, And angels poured their raptures from the skies-- The Christ is born. | | 57 Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare, Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn; Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there-- The Christ is born. | | Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings; Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn, Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!-- The Christ is born. | |