Sweet Is the Light, Whate’er It Be

Sweet is the light

what­e’er it be

That leads us to the Lord;

And sure are they

who seek His face

To find their great re­ward.

A star once led a chos­en few

To gaze with rap­tured heart

Upon the in­fant Sav­ior’s form

And cost­li­est gifts im­part.

More blest are we

al­though not led

To Him we wor­ship thus:

The star is gone; the ris­en Sun

Reveals Him­self to us.

O may His beams yet dear­er grow

Till ours be that bright crown

Received where He for ev­er shines

A Sun that goes not down!