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1. Hail! thou blest morn, when the great mediator
Down from the regions of glory descends; Shepherds go worship the Babe in the manger. Lo! for his guard the bright angels attend. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning.
2. Cold on His cradle, the dewdrops are shining,
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3. Say, shall we yield Him In costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and offrings divine. Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine. 4. Vainly we offer such ample oblation,
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