2 Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining; Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would His favor secure: 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Bishop Reginald Heber, 1811 1 From the east-ern mountains, Press-ing on, they come, Wise men in their wisdom, Ere the worlds be- gan, Draw Thou near,and light- en Ev-ery heart of man. A-MEN. (See also ST. ALBAN, No. 239) 2 Thou who in a manger Once hast lowly lain, O'er all kingdoms reign, Who in lands afar 3 Gather in the outcasts, Those who've wandered far, |