Bright and Joyful Is the Morn

Bright and joy­ful is the morn

For to us a child is born;

From the high­est realms of Heav’n

Unto us a son is giv’n.

On His shoul­der He shall bear

Power and ma­jes­ty

and wear

On His ves­ture and His thigh

Names most aw­ful

names most high.

Wonderful in coun­sel He

The in­car­nate De­ity;

Sire of ag­es

ne’er to cease

King of kings

and Prince of peace.

Come and wor­ship at His feet;

Yield to Christ the hom­age meet;

From His man­ger to His throne

Homage due to God alone.