The Christmas star burns overhead
Above our homes tonight;
Its gleaming, golden rays are shed
From stern, majestic height.

Yet even humble doors may part
To let that clear light in,
For Christ has taught the childlike heart
That God and man are kin.

The Christmas star burns overhead
—Above our homes tonight;
Its gleaming, golden rays are shed
—From stern, majestic height.

Yet even humble doors may part
—To let that clear light in,
For Christ has taught the childlike heart
—That God and man are kin.