The Silver Star

On the brow of night

There shines a sil­ver star

On the brow of night

There shines a sil­ver star

And the wise men gaze

On its heav’n­ly rays

Till they find the King

Whose throne they sought afar

In the Babe of Beth­le­hem.

Silver star

ho­ly light

Shine afar

o’er the night

Till the world shall come

Where the young Child lay

And en­ter the gates

Of the new­born day.

’Tis the lamp of God

High hang­ing in the air

’Tis the lamp of God

High hang­ing in the air

And it guides our feet

Thro’ the roy­al street;

There is sweet soul-rest

For those who seek it there

From the Babe of Beth­le­hem.

Bring your gifts of gold

Of frank­in­cense and myrrh

Bring your gifts of gold

Of frank­in­cense and myrrh

For the King we own

Is on Da­vid’s throne;

Let the ho­ly Child

Your best af­fect­ions stir;

’Tis the Babe of Beth­le­hem.