Stars of the Night

Stars of the night that deck the sky

Where

in your deeps may shine—

Radiant and pure—the star whose light

Beamed o’er the Child di­vine?

Where ’mid the host may we dis­cern—

Token of love so rare—

Heav’n’s sig­nal bright

a world to turn

Unto a Sav­ior there?

Star of the man­ger! Vi­sion bright!

Where dost thou hide thy rays?

Shine with thy mes­sage sweet to­night

As in the old­en days.

Rise

O bright star! Shine forth again

And let the na­tions know

Jesus will yet re­turn to reign

Worshiped by all be­low.

Light of His love

di­vine­ly pure

Wilt thou the mes­sage bring

Ere that day break when He once more

Cometh as Zi­on’s king?

High from the crest of Ol­iv­et

Shall thy soft splen­dor fall

Over a world where

sure­ly yet

Christ shall be All in All!