Star of the East! the tempest-tost,
On life's uncertain billows borne,
Is by rude gales of trouble crossed,
By hidden rocks of sorrow torn—
When breaks the cheering Star of Morn,
When night and thrall forever flee,
O, where the doubts and fears forlorn
Of him, the wanderer of the sea?
Break out, blest Star! with peaceful ray;
And if our steps to Truth incline,
Oh, help and guard our weeping way!
Along these doubtful waters shine!
The heavenly beacon-light of thine
That trembled once on Bethlehem's plain,
Shall guide us to the Source Divine,
Shall lead us to the Child again.
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