Weary wan­der­er o’er the main,
Seeking for thy home again,
Through the ga­ther­ing mists that rise,
Veiling thy na­tal skies;
Look be­yond, there’s light for thee,
Streaming ov­er the tur­bid sea,
Softly it smiles, though dist­ant far,
The beau­ti­ful po­lar star.

Stranger on a roc­ky strand,
Longing for thy fa­ther­land,
Through the ga­ther­ing clouds that rise,
Veiling thy na­tal skies;
Look be­yond, there’s hope for thee,
Dawning over a tran­quil sea,
Softly it smiles, though dist­ant far,
The beau­ti­ful pol­ar star.

Lonely watch­er, pale with grief,
Thou shalt find a sweet re­lief,
Though thy tears un­heed­ed fall,
Jesus will count them all;
Look be­yond, there’s joy for thee,
Breaking ov­er a trou­bled sea,
Softly it smiles, though dist­ant far,
The beau­ti­ful po­lar star.