1 Sweet is the light, whate’er it be,
That leads us to the Lord;
And sure are they, who seek His face,
To find their great reward.

2 A star once led a chosen few
To gaze with raptured heart
Upon the infant Savior’s form,
And costliest gifts impart.

3 More blest are we, although not led
To Him we worship thus:
The star is gone; the risen Sun
Reveals Himself to us.

4 O may His beams yet dearer grow,
Till ours be that bright crown
Received where He for ever shines,
A Sun that goes not down!