1 When, marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.
2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem.
3 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud--the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,
It was the star of Bethlehem.
5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger’s thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | When, marshalled on the nightly plain |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1867 |
| Topic: | God the Son: Intercession |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |