The myriad stars, that in the sky
Seem homes for angels bright.
Thus guided they pursue their way
Thro' loneliest heath and dell,
Till on their work of mercy, they
Come where their brethren dwell.
And such as she no earthly glow
Would e'er suffice for them,
Shine on her, 'mid these dwellings low,
Thou Star of Bethlehem!