“And lo, the Star,” the changeless, the abiding.
Across the desert strange new paths are laid,
And men who trusted earth-lights for their guiding
Stand shuddering at the thing their hands have made.
Is this to be the end of all their dreaming,
This strewing earth with cities of the dead?
O wise men, wise men, see the Christ Star gleaming
And follow it to Bethlehem's manger bed!

“And lo, the Star!” Shall desert fears dismay you
Who chart your course beneath its certain light?
Shall pride of race or tongue or creed delay you
When all are equal in the Father's sight?
As long ago they journeyed to adore Him,
The while on stable straw the starlight shone,
O wise men, wise men, lay your hearts before Him
This Holy Night and make His rule your own.

“And lo, the Star,” the changeless, the abiding.
—Across the desert strange new paths are laid,
And men who trusted earth-lights for their guiding
—Stand shuddering at the thing their hands have made.
Is this to be the end of all their dreaming,
—This strewing earth with cities of the dead?
O wise men, wise men, see the Christ Star gleaming
—And follow it to Bethlehem's manger bed!

“And lo, the Star!” Shall desert fears dismay you
—Who chart your course beneath its certain light?
Shall pride of race or tongue or creed delay you
—When all are equal in the Father's sight?
As long ago they journeyed to adore Him,
—The while on stable straw the starlight shone,
O wise men, wise men, lay your hearts before Him
—This Holy Night and make His rule your own.