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,
Worshiped 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!