I think of that star of long ago
That light­ed the wan­der­ers’ path be­low;
In faith I look up, and o’er me I see
That star in its beau­ty still shin­ing for me.

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O star that once shone over Beth­le­hem!
Thy beams yet to mor­tals great joy pro­claim.
The Lord to adore, I hast­en with thee,
O star in thy beau­ty still shin­ing for me.

A child un­to us is born—O joy!
To sin blight­ed earth comes high Heav’n’s en­voy;
Now ov­er my path that dear me­mo­ry,
A star in its beau­ty is shin­ing for me.

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No clouds can ob­scure that kind­ly star,
Nor bright­ness of noon­day its glo­ries mar;
When sha­dows of death sur­round me, I’ll see
That star in its beau­ty still shin­ing for me.

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It sheds on the world its peace­ful rays,
And greets ev­ery mor­tal with heav’n­ly grace.
To Beth­le­hem’s Babe I hast­en with thee,
O star, in thy beau­ty, still shin­ing for me.

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