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1. When marshalled on the nightly plain,
The gliittering 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 guest; But one alone the Savior speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem! 2. Once on the raging seas I rode,
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3. It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark foreboding cease; And thro' the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of grace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem; For ever, and forever more, The star! the star of Bethlehem |