Star, Beautiful Star

There’s a beau­ti­ful star

a beau­ti­ful star

The wea­ry tra­vel­ers have fol­lowed far

Shining so bright­ly all the way

Till it stood o’er the place where the young Child lay.

Star

star

beau­ti­ful star!

Pilgrims wea­ry we are;

To Je­sus

to Je­sus

We fol­low thee from afar.

In the land of the East

in the sha­dows of night

We saw the glo­ry of thy new light

Telling us

in our dist­ant home

The King-Re­deem­er to earth hath come!

We have gold for trib­ute and gifts for pray­er

Incense of myrrh

and spic­es rare:

All that we have

we hi­ther bring

To lay it with joy at the feet of the King.