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.