Job_19-25: For I know that my Redeemer lives

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold on His cradle the dew drops are shining;

Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,

Odours of Edom, an offerings divine,

Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,

Myrrh from the forest of gold from the mine?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vainly we offer each ample oblation

Vainly with gifts would His favour secure;

Richer by far is the heart’s adoration;

Dearer to God are…