The Voice of Praise ‎#159

159. When, marshaled on the nightly plain

1 When, marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,--
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark--
The ocean yawned--and rudely blowed
The wind, that tossed my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;--
When suddenly a star arose,--
It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bad my dark forebodings cease;
And, through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and for evermore,
The Star--the Star of Bethlehem!

Text Information

• First Line: When, marshaled on the nightly plain
• Author: Kirke White
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Numbers 24:17
  ;
  Matthew 2:9
  ;
  Luke 1:78
  ;
  1 John 2:8
• Topic: Christ: Incarnation; The Star of Bethlehem

Tune Information

(No tune information)