Star of Bethlehem

When, marshaled on the nightly plain, the glittering host bestud the sky, one star alone of all the train can fix the sinners'  wandering eye.

Hark! Hark! To God the chorus breaks, from every host, from every 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 yawned, and rudely blowed, The wind that tossed 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 danger's thrall, It led me to a port of peace. 

Now safely moored, my peril's o'er, I'll sing first in night's diadem, forever and for evermore, The Star, The Star of Bethlehem. 

H. Kirke White