Stars of the night that deck the sky,
Where, in your deeps may shine—
Radiant and pure—the star whose light
Beamed o’er the Child divine?
Where ’mid the host may we discern—
Token of love so rare—
Heav’n’s signal bright, a world to turn
Unto a Savior there?
Star of the manger! Vision bright!
Where dost thou hide thy rays?
Shine with thy message sweet tonight,
As in the olden days.
Rise, O bright star! Shine forth again,
And let the nations know
Jesus will yet return to reign,
Worshipped by all below.
Light of His love, divinely pure,
Wilt thou the message bring,
Ere that day break when He once more
Cometh as Zion’s king?
High from the crest of Olivet,
Shall thy soft splendor fall,
Over a world where, surely yet,
Christ shall be All in All!