Hail, glorious morn! whose radiant beams, <br />Looked down on Christ's nativity, <br />For every year thy presence teems <br />With joy and glad festivity. <br /> <br /> <br />On Judea's plains th' angelic throng <br />Burst on the shepherds' awe-struck gaze, <br />And raised on high a new-made song <br />Unto their great Creator's praise. <br /> <br /> <br />The star of Bethlehem's heavenly light <br />Guided the wise men from the east, <br />Who came to lay their power and might, <br />Their wisdom, at the Saviour's feet. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, may that star's resplendent light <br />Continue o'er the world to shine, <br />Till nations now in Pagan night <br />Shall worship at thy holy shrine. <br /> <br /> <br />Till all the people of the earth, <br />From north to south, from east to west, <br />Hear tidings of the Saviour's birth, <br />And bow unto his great behest. <br /> <br /> <br />Till superstition's blighting sway <br />Shall flee before religion's light, <br />As doth the glorious orb of day <br />Disperse the shadows of the night.<br /><br />James Monroe Whitfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-hymn-3/
