1 Will that bright star again appear,
Which o’er Judea’s plains beamed clear,
To guide the wise men on their way
To where the infant Savior lay?

2 That star which shed its silvery rays
On Christ the Lord, in solemn praise,
Will it repeat to all the earth
The story of Messiah’s birth?

3 Did lowly shepherds that lone night,
And angels from their home of light
Proclaiming loud the dawn of peace,
Behold the beauty of thy face?

4 Did swelling sounds of golden lyre,
With voices of that angel choir,
Convey to thee the glad refrain,
"Peace on earth, good will to men"?

5 Didst thou the trembling Herod see?
And witness too his cruelty?
Or in deep sorrow veil thy face,
And onward rush through realms of space?

6 Brightest of Cassiopeia’s train,
O wondrous star, shine out again!
Shine out, O glory-beaming gem,
That stood of old o’er Bethlehem!

7 Listen, O star, to our appeal,
And thy mysterious lore reveal;
Shed o’er the world celestial light,
And put the skeptic’s doubts to flight.

8 And ever may thy radiant rays
Turn sinners from their evil ways;
And may our eyes behold the light,
Which led those men of old aright.