Bright was the guid­ing star that led,
With mild, be­nig­nant ray,
The Gen­tiles to the low­ly shed,
Where the Re­deem­er lay.

But lo! a bright­er, clear­er, light
Now points to His abode;
It shines, through sin and sor­row’s night,
To guide us to our God.

Oh! haste to fol­low where it leads;
The gra­cious call obey;
Be rug­ged wilds, or flow­ery meads,
To Him thy des­tined way.

Take thou that way as best for thee,
While grace on earth is giv­en;
And thou shalt soon thy Sav­ior see,
Adore and serve in Hea­ven.