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On the brow of night
there shines a silver star,
On the brow of night
there shines a silver star,
And the wise men gaze
on its heav’nly rays,
Till they find the King,
Whose throne they sought afar,
In the Babe of Bethlehem.
Silver star, holy light,
Shine afar, o’er the night,
Till the world shall come
where the young Child lay,
And enter the gates
of the newborn day.
’Tis the lamp of God
high hanging in the air,
’Tis the lamp of God
high hanging in the air,
And it guides our feet
thro’ the royal street;
There is sweet soul-rest
for those who seek it there,
From the Babe of Bethlehem.
Silver star, holy light,
Shine afar, o’er the night,
Till the world shall come
where the young Child lay,
And enter the gates
of the newborn day.
Bring your gifts of gold,
of frankincense and myrrh,
Bring your gifts of gold,
of frankincense and myrrh,
For the King we own
is on David’s throne;
Let the holy Child
your best affections stir;
’Tis the Babe of Bethlehem.
Silver star, holy light,
Shine afar, o’er the night,
Till the world shall come
where the young Child lay,
And enter the gates
of the newborn day.
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