When, marshaled on the nightly plain
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When, marshaled on the nightly plain,The glittering host bestud the sky,One star alone of all the trainCan fix the sinner's wandering eye.
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Once on the raging seas I rode;The storm was loud, the night was dark,The ocean yawned, and rudely blowedThe wind that tossed my foundering bark.
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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.
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It was my guide, my light, my all;It bade my dark forebodings cease;And through the storm and danger's thrallIt led me to the port of peace.