STAR OF BETHLEHEM

1WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts 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.

2Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd 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.

3It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark foreboding cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moor'd–my perils o'er,
I'll sing first in night's diadem,
For ever and for ever more,
The Star–the Star of Bethlehem.