When Marshalled On The Nightly Plain


When, marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts 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.

In storm and darkness, once I feared,
And, death-struck, ceased the tide to stem,
When suddenly a star appeared,
It was the Star of Bethlehem.

It is my guide, my light, my all;
It bids my dark forebodings cease;
And through life’s storm and danger’s thrall,
It leads me to the port of peace.

Thus, safely moored, my perils o’er,
I’ll sing first in night’s diadem,
For ever, and for evermore,
The Star! the Star of Bethlehem!