O Star of Matchless Splendor

O star of match­less splen­dor

We hail thy beau­te­ous light;

We hail the glo­ri­ous tid­ings

Of that first Christ­mas night.

No star of all the glo­ri­ous train

That decks Heav’n’s az­ure plain

Compares with thy ce­le­sti­al ray

O star of hope most bright.

Beautiful star

won­der­ful star

Guiding us on­ward thro’ earth’s dark­est night;

Bright is thy beam­ing

gold­en thy gleam­ing

Beautiful

beau­ti­ful star so bright.

O star of match­less splen­dor

Tho’ cen­tu­ries have rolled

Away since thy clear shin­ing

Bathed Beth­le­hem in gold

Thy beams are fall­ing pure and clear

On lands afar and near

And ev­ery day more won­der­ful

Thy mes­sage doth un­fold.

O star of match­less splen­dor

On ev­ery land shine clear

Till all shall see thy ra­di­ance

And thy sweet mes­sage hear.

Till ev­ery sha­dow of the night

Is lost in con­quer­ing light

And all the world thy Lord shall know

O star of love so dear.