Carol Indexes
Carols with a difference. Centuries old living tradition from communities in Yorkshire, Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire.

Star of Bethlehem

When, marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts 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 Bethlehem.

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.

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.

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

Now safely, moored, my perils o'er
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and forevermore,
The star! The Star of Bethlehem!

The whole of Henry Kirke White's words have been set out, but only those verses written in black are those sung around Sheffield.