“We have seen His star in the East,”
—In the East where it first stood still,
We have heard the song of the angel throng,
—“And on earth peace, good will!”
But the little lights confuse,
—The nearer sounds obsess,
And our hearts withhold from the Lord of Love
—The lives he would use and bless.

“We have seen His star in the East,”
—His shining dream of the good,
When men shall claim in the Father's name
—Their right to brotherhood.
O little lights, grow dim,
—O nearer sounds, be still,
While our hearts remember Bethlehem,
—And a cross on a far green hill!

“We have seen His star in the East,”
In the East where it first stood still,
We have heard the song of the angel throng,
“And on earth peace, good will!”
But the little lights confuse,
The nearer sounds obsess,
And our hearts withhold from the Lord of Love
The lives he would use and bless.

“We have seen His star in the East,”
His shining dream of the good,
When men shall claim in the Father's name
Their right to brotherhood.
O little lights, grow dim,
O nearer sounds, be still,
While our hearts remember Bethlehem,
And a cross on a far green hill!