The Signal Star

Far from the east we come;

In these soft heav’ns ab­ove

We mark the mes­sen­ger of God

The en­sign of His love.

No thun­der spoke; we heard

No voice from plain or height;

He kin­dled in these tran­quil skies

A gem of si­lent light.

Men of the morn­ing-land

Are we; and to the west

We turn

that we may fol­low where

Our sig­nal star shall rest.

Children of sun­rise

we

A bright­er sun­rise hail

Before the splen­dor of whose rays

This sun of ours grows pale.

We come to seek the King;

For we have seen His star

Moving be­fore us in that blue

And beck­on­ing us afar.

A gleam of glo­ry bright

An an­gel sent from God

It led us out

it led us on

Along the shin­ing road.

Show us the God we seek

Show us the new­born King

That

kneel­ing at His cra­dle

we

To Him these gifts may bring.

Him King of Heav’n we call

Him King of earth we own;

And hail the day when He shall wear

Of Heav’n and earth the crown.