Star of Bethlehem

When marshall'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 ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem;But one alone, the Savior speaks,It is the star of Bethlehem.

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

It was my guide, my light, my all,It bade my dark foreboding cease;And thro' 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,Forever and forevermore,The Star—the Star of Bethlehem.