The Star of Bethlehem (Skoog)

I think of that star of long ago

That light­ed the wan­der­ers’ path be­low;

In faith I look up

and o’er me I see

That star in its beau­ty still shin­ing for me.

O star that once shone over Beth­le­hem!

Thy beams yet to mor­tals great joy pro­claim.

The Lord to adore

I hast­en with thee

O star in thy beau­ty still shin­ing for me.

A child un­to us is born—O joy!

To sin blight­ed earth comes high Heav’n’s en­voy;

Now ov­er my path that dear me­mo­ry

A star in its beau­ty is shin­ing for me.

No clouds can ob­scure that kind­ly star

Nor bright­ness of noon­day its glor­ies mar;

When sha­dows of death sur­round me

I’ll see

That star in its beau­ty still shin­ing for me.

It sheds on the world its peace­ful rays

And greets ev­ery mor­tal with heav’n­ly grace.

To Beth­le­hem’s Babe I hast­en with thee

O star

in thy beau­ty

still shin­ing for me.