The heav'nly star is telling
To people yet in darkness set
Of Jesus Christ, the Lord most high'st,
The Sun that setteth never.
The same, I say, both yesterday,
Now this day, and for ever.
2.With triple gift three kings full swift
Are hasting to adore Him:
Where starlight shone, it led them on
To kneel in faith afore Him.
Next, on the lea some herdmen see,
More sheen than light of thunder,
A great and mighty wonder;
When from the sky an Angel high
Declar'd the birth of God on earth;
The welcome Gospel story.
Then hosts aloft sang loud and soft:
'To God on high be glory!'
XX. MY LORD, AND MY GOD, IN BETHLEHEM BORN
1.My Lord, and my God, in Bethlehem born,
Sweet Babe Jesu, on Christmas morn:
Hail! Everlasting Son, display'd
To mortal view by Mary Maid,
My Lord, and my God, in Bethlehem born.
2.More wonderful sight hath never bin seen;
For Thou, in stable bare and mean,
Though King of heav'n, art fain to rest
Upon an earthly mother's breast:
More wonderful sight ne'er, ne'er shall be seen.
3.Thou in the beginning madest the skies,
Bespangling heav'n with stars for eyes:
And Thou didst form this earth of ours,
Adorning it with trees and flow'rs;
Yet swath'd in a crib their Fashioner lies.
