THE HAPPY MORN
OH! Star of Faith in Eastern skies,
Whose coming bade good men arise,
And kings to bring gifts from afar
To where shone bright the steadfast Star
(Whose light will shine, whate'er may hap)
Upon the Babe on Mary's lap!
Whose coming bade good men arise,
And kings to bring gifts from afar
To where shone bright the steadfast Star
(Whose light will shine, whate'er may hap)
Upon the Babe on Mary's lap!
For Priests of old had prophesied,
That to a Maiden not yet Bride
A Saviour of the World should come,
Unheralded by reed or drum,
(The light shines on, whate'er may hap)
The holy Babe on Mary's lap!
That to a Maiden not yet Bride
A Saviour of the World should come,
Unheralded by reed or drum,
(The light shines on, whate'er may hap)
The holy Babe on Mary's lap!
The watching Shepherds saw the light,
And left untended through the night
Their wand'ring flocks to bow the knee
And tender homage full and free
(The light will shine, whate'er may hap)
To kingly Babe on Mary's lap!
And left untended through the night
Their wand'ring flocks to bow the knee
And tender homage full and free
(The light will shine, whate'er may hap)
To kingly Babe on Mary's lap!
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