The Star of Bethlehem

When marshaled on the nightly plain,

The glittering 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 every host, from every 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 blowed

The wind that tossed my foundering 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,

For ever and for evermore,

The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.