The Star of Bethlehem

High above the weary world, amid the stars of heaven, To men of old a wondrous sign of peace and hope was given. A brighter star was kindled there, to reign among the skies, To mark the way to

Bethlehem and everlasting light. And high above the weary world, for eyes to see that will, The star of Bethlehem will shine for those who seek him still. High above the weary world it shone upon their

road, And thus it led the wise men on, to seek a poor abode. And is there now no humble home to which its light may lead? No quiet need? No tears of grief? No hungering soul to feed? Look high above

the weary world — for eyes to see that will, The star of Bethlehem will shine for those who seek him still. High above the weary world his star still shines for me, It bids me seek the Holy Child, adoring on

bended knee. It beckons me through ages past, by countless years undimmed, It bids me serve his children now, thus to worship him And high above the weary world, for eyes to see that will, The star of

Bethlehem will shine for those who seek him still.