The Polar Star

Weary wan­der­er o’er the main

Seeking for thy home again

Through the ga­ther­ing mists that rise

Veiling thy na­tal skies;

Look be­yond

there’s light for thee

Streaming ov­er the tur­bid sea

Softly it smiles

though dist­ant far

The beau­ti­ful po­lar star.

Stranger on a roc­ky strand

Longing for thy fa­ther­land

Through the ga­ther­ing clouds that rise

Veiling thy na­tal skies;

Look be­yond

there’s hope for thee

Dawning over a tran­quil sea

Softly it smiles

though dist­ant far

The beau­ti­ful pol­ar star.

Lonely watch­er

pale with grief

Thou shalt find a sweet re­lief

Though thy tears un­heed­ed fall

Jesus will count them all;

Look be­yond

there’s joy for thee

Breaking ov­er a trou­bled sea

Softly it smiles

though dist­ant far

The beau­ti­ful po­lar star.