1 A wondrous star our pioneer,
We left the mystic land
Where heaven-nurtured childhood slept,
Where yet old visions stand.

2 O God! the land of dreams we left,
Repose we left for aye,
And followed meekly to the place
Where our Redeemer lay.

3 That humble manger we have found;
The world his cradle is;
His life is hidden far below
Its sins and miseries.

4 The world throws wide its brazen gates;
With Thee we enter in;
O, grant us, in our humble sphere,
To free that world from sin.

5 We have one mind in Christ our Lord
To stand and point above;
To hurl rebuke at social wrong;
But all, O God, in love.

6 The star is resting in the sky;
To worship Christ we came;
The moments haste; O, touch our tongues
With Thy celestial flame!

7 The truest worship is a life;
All dreaming we resign;
We lay our offerings at thy feet, --
Our lives, O Christ, are thine!