What star is this, with beams so bright,
More love­ly than the noon­day light?
’Tis sent to an­nounce a new­born king,
Glad tid­ings of our God to bring.

’Tis now ful­filled what God de­creed,
From Ja­cob shall a star pro­ceed;
And lo! the east­ern sag­es stand
To read in Hea­ven the Lord’s com­mand.

While out­ward signs the star dis­plays,
An in­ward light the Lord con­veys,
And urg­es them, with force be­nign,
To seek the Giv­er of the sign.

True love can brook no dull de­lay;
Nor toil nor dan­gers stop their way
Home, kin­dred, fa­ther land and all
They leave at their Cre­at­or’s call.

O, while the star of hea­ven­ly grace
Invites us, Lord, to seek Thy face,
May we no more that grace re­pel,
Or quench that light which shines so well!

To God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
And Ho­ly Spi­rit, Three in One,
May ev­ery tongue and na­tion raise
An end­less song of thank­ful praise!