Bright and Glorious Is the Sky

Bright and glo­ri­ous is the sky

Radiant are the heav­ens high

Where the gold­en stars were shin­ing

And their rays to earth in­clin­ing

Beckoning us to Heav­en ab­ove

Beckoning us to Heav­en ab­ove.

On that ho­ly Christ­mas night

Through the dark­ness beamed a light

All the stars above were pal­ing

All their lus­ter slow­ly fail­ing

As the Christ­mas star drew nigh

As the Christ­mas star drew nigh.

Sages from the East afar

When they saw this wond­rous star

Went to the find the King of na­tions

And to of­fer their obla­tions

Unto Him as Lord and King

Unto Him as Lord and King.

Him they found in Beth­le­hem

Yet He wore no dia­dem;

They but saw a maid­en low­ly

With an in­fant pure and ho­ly

Resting in her lov­ing arms

Resting in her lov­ing arms.

Guided by the star they found

Him whose praise the ag­es sound

We too have a star to guide us

Which for­ev­er will pro­vide us

With the light to find our Lord

With the light to find our Lord.

As a star God’s ho­ly Word

Leads us to our king and Lord;

Brightly from its sac­red pag­es

Shall this light through­out the ag­es

Shine up­on our path of life

Shine up­on our path of life.