Star of Bethlehem
H.K. White
Hymn 241
When marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky;
One star alone of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
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.
Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud,--the night was dark,
The ocean yawn'd--and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my floundering bark.
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.
It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark foreboding cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moor'd--my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore,
The Star!--The Star of Bethlehem!
Another mystery. A wonder moment. Paddling slowly along, deep in thought. The cares of the world left fifteen miles down river, I float past this manger scene. There, in the cypress is Mary, holding in her left arm, the child Jesus. The wise men and Joseph surrounding her. Above, the sun bursts downward and sends rays to diffuse the tranquil scene. It was a moment of worship, of praise. The wonder of it all.
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