1 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.

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

3 It was my guide, my life, 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 moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever, and forever more.
The Star! the Star of Bethlehem!