1 Splendid are the heavens high,
Beautiful the radiant sky,
Where the golden stars are shining,
And their rays, to earth inclining,
Beck'ning us to heaven above,
Beck'ning us to heaven above.
2 It was on the holy night,
Darkness veiled the stars so bright;
But at once the heavens hoary
Were bedecked with light and glory,
Coming from a wondrous star,
Coming from a wondrous star.
3 When this star so bright and clear
Should illume the midnight drear,
Then, according to tradition,
Should a king of heav'nly mission
Unto earth from heaven descend,
Unto earth from heaven descend.
4 Sages from the East afar,
When they saw this wondrous star,
Went to find this King of nations
And to offer their oblations
Unto Him as Lord and King,
Unto Him as Lord and King.
5 Him they found in Bethlehem,
Yet He wore no diadem;
They but saw a maiden lowly
With an infant pure and holy
Resting in her loving arms,
Resting in her loving arms.
6 Guided by the star, they found
Him whose praise the ages sound.
We, too, have a star to guide us,
Which forever will provide us,
With the light to find our Lord,
With the light to find our Lord.
7 And this star as bright as day,
Which will never lead astray
With its message so appealing,
Is the Word of God, revealing
Christ to us as Lord and King,
Christ to us as Lord and King.