As it moved with the midnight they moved too;
And cared not whither it led, nor knew,
Till Christmas Day in the morning.
And just at the dawn in the twilight shade
They came to the stable, and, unafraid,
Saw the Blessed Babe in the manger laid
On Christmas Day in the morning.
We have followed the Star a whole long year,
And watched its beckon, now faint, now clear,
And it now stands still as we draw anear