1 Hail, brightest, happiest morn,
That ever beamed from Heaven!
To us a child is born,
To us a son is given;
Let every heart its homage bring
In honor to the newborn King.
2 What wondrous love is this!
The Lord of life appears,
And quits the realms of bliss
For this dark vale of tears;
Consents to tread this cursèd ground,
Where sin and misery abound.
3 Does not a ransomed earth
The song of triumph raise,
And hail a Savior’s birth
With loudest notes of praise?
Ah, wretched men! too blind to see
The grace that Heaven designs for thee.
4 Give us an angel’s tongue,
An angel’s willing mind;
And let Thy name be sung,
Great God, by all mankind;
Let the whole earth with one accord
Confess that Jesus is the Lord.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9537
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9537||Hail Brightest, Happiest Morn||Hail, brightest, happiest morn||SAMUEL||William H. Bathurst||66.66.88||<cite>Psalms and Hymns</cite>, 1831|