Lo! a star, ye sag­es hoa­ry;
Lo! a won­drous star above;
He is born, the King of glo­ry,
He, our won­drous star of love.
Lord of life, Re­deem­er, Mas­ter,
Loud the shep­herds’ wel­come rolls,
He is born the people’s pas­tor,
He the shep­herd of our souls.

When from Thee we fain would bor­row
Peace for heart and soul op­pressed,
Child of sor­rows, heal our sorrows;
Spirit, give our spir­its rest.
Let all evil past beha­vior
In Thy love for­got­ten be,
Let our spir­its, gen­tle Sav­ior,
Be this day new­born with Thee.