THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

When marshal'd 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 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.

It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease;

And through the storm and dangers’ thrall

It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moor'd — my peril's o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever, and for evermore,

The Star!— The Star of Bethlehem!