There Burns a Star o’er Bethlehem Town

There burns a star o’er Beth­le­hem town

And glo­ri­ous­ly it beam­eth down

Upon a vir­gin mo­ther meek

And Him whom so­lemn Ma­gi seek.

Burn on

O star! and be the light

To guide us all to Him this night!

The an­gels walk in Beth­le­hem town—

The an­gels come and bring a crown

To Him

our Sav­ior and our king

And sweet­ly all this night they sing.

Sing on in rap­ture

an­gel throng!

That we may learn that heav­en­ly song!

Near Beth­le­hem town there blooms a tree

And it shall stand on Cal­va­ry!

But from the shade there­of we turn

Unto the star that still shall burn

When Christ is dead and ris’n again

To mind us that He died for men.

There is a cry in Beth­le­hem town!

’Tis of the Babe that wears the crown.

It tell­eth us that man is free—

That He re­deem­eth all and me!

The night is sped—be­hold the morn!

Sing

O my soul

the Christ is born!