Text: | When, marshaled on the nightly plain |
Author: | Kirke White |
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 bad my dark forebodings cease;
And, through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and for evermore,
The Star--the Star of Bethlehem!
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First Line: | When, marshaled on the nightly plain |
Author: | Kirke White |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |
Topic: | Christ: Incarnation; The Star of Bethlehem |