In a midnight sky O'er Bethlehem
A star shone bright and clear -
To lead the Wise Men from afar,
Who sought the Christ-child dear.
Our world is dark this Christmas-time -
With war clouds overhead;
Brave men are forced to work as slaves,
And children cry for bread.
You have a place in this old world -
A place no cloud can bar;
If you lead others on - toward God,
Then You become a Star.