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.
Say shall we yield him in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and o erings divine,
Gems of the mountain,...
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