I think of that star of long ago
That lighted the wanderers’ path below;
In faith I look up, and o’er me I see
That star in its beauty still shining for me.

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O star that once shone over Bethlehem!
Thy beams yet to mortals great joy proclaim.
The Lord to adore, I hasten with thee,
O star in thy beauty still shining for me.

“A Child unto us is born”—O joy!
To sin blighted earth comes high Heav’n’s Envoy;
Now over my path that dear memory,
A star in its beauty is shining for me.

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No clouds can obscure that kindly star,
Nor brightness of noonday its glories mar;
When shadows of death surround me, I’ll see
That star in its beauty still shining for me.

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It sheds on the world its peaceful rays,
And greets every mortal with heav’nly grace.
To Bethlehem’s Babe I hasten with thee,
O star, in thy beauty, still shining for me.

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