Star Of Bethlehem
by
When marshalled on the nightly plain
The glitt’ring host bestud the sky,
One star alone of all the train
Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From ev’ry host, from ev’ry gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,–
It is the Star of Bethlehem!
Once on the raging seas I rode;
The storm was loud, the night was dark;
The ocean yawned, and rudely blew
The wind that tossed my found’ring bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem,
When suddenly a star arose,–
It was the Star of Bethlehem!
It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger’s thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored, my perils o’er,
I’ll sing first in night’s diadem,
Forever and forever more,–
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem!