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.
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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.
Refrain
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
Bethlehhem.
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