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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,