Text: | Star of Bethlehem |
Author: | Henry Kirke White |
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.
2 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.
3 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
4 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.
5 It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And, through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore,
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
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First Line: | When marshaled on the nightly plain |
Title: | Star of Bethlehem |
Author: | Henry Kirke White |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |