Then over the humble place Where the Royal Babe was laid, Did the “Star of the East,” blest Bethlehem’s star, Irradiate no more to fade.

O! brightest and best they cried, Our long promised Israel’s King, Shine out from afar, thou bright morning star, To thee our offerings we bring.

Bethlehem! blest city of old Like pilgrims to Mecca we come, To thy hallowed site, on each Christmas night, The Christ-child’s humble home.