The Star of Jacob

The Star of Ja­cob yet shall rise

Upon a sad and sin­ful world

Like morn­ing from the or­ient skies

When night’s dark cur­tain clouds are furled.

And all the na­tions of the earth

Shall come with songs of ho­ly mirth

To hail the great Re­deem­er’s birth

The ad­vent of the Word di­vine.

The Star of Ja­cob’s heav’n­ly light

Shall cheer this low­ly vale of tears

As plan­et

through the glooms of night

Upon the wan­der­er’s path ap­pears;

And from temp­ta­tion’s guile­ful snares

And ’neath the load of mor­tal cares

And through the toil that mor­tal bears

It shall the faith­ful pil­grim guide.

The Star of Ja­cob’s ho­ly beam

Shall fade not with the fad­ing ev’n

But meet the pi­ous pil­grim’s dream

And draw his foot­steps on to Heav’n;

And to the soul

with part­ed breath

It shall il­lume the dark­some path

That stretch­es through the vale of death

And bring him saf­ely to his God.