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THE HARP OF JUDAH.

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehein.

Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd- and rudely blow'd

The wind that toss'd my foundering bark

Deep horror then my vitals froze;

Death- struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,

It was the star of Bethlehem.