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81 The Shepherd's Star

Hail the blest morn when the great mediator, 
Down from the regions of glory descends;
Shepherds go worship the babe in the manger, 
Lo! for his guard the bright angels attend.

Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining; 
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
Maker and monarch and Savior of all!

Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
Vainly with gifts would his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration, 
Dearer to God are the pray'rs of the poor.

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