Classic Poem

THE GLEAMING OF THE ORIENT

The Orient gleams with starry beams, the S TAR OF C HRIST is up;
It guides us on our pilgrimage, it points the N ATION'S H OPE ;
It points the flowery way of life, there's joy in every beam,
And we shall surely find at last the B ABE OF B ETHLEHEM .

The generations of the dead have gone this way before;
The S TAR to them, as unto us, immortal tidings bore;
They bade farewell to earthly things, they counted all things dross,
And found immortal glory in the burden of the C ROSS .

And we have seen the E ASTERN S TAR break through the shadows dim;
And, led by this, have hastened here to serve and worship H IM . —
The L AMB OF God , th' E TERNAL W ORD , the L ILY and the S UN ,
And the strong L ION , that shall raise the dead when all is done.

We follow fast, we follow far, we follow while we live,
We never cease, through weariness, the W ORSHIP that we give.
We only crave to find at last, beyond the shadows dim,
Our Rest and our Salvation in the B ABE OF B ETHLEHEM .
Then gleam, O S TAR , forever,
And lead us on to God !