A meteor bright its wondrous light O???er Bethlem???s city shed, To lead the way where Jesus lay, Upon His lonely bed. No nobles wait, no pomp or state Surrounds the Babe divine, But o???er His head bright circles spread, In golden glories shine. The wise men came to bless His Name And own the Savior King, And shepherd swains from far off plains Their hearts??? glad incense bring. So lowly born, He was the scorn Of nations, kings and priests; No belfry chime that Christmastime Rang at their lordly feasts. But heavenly choirs attuned their lyres To hail a Prince???s birth, And rapturous song from angel throng Greeted the ear of earth. The star is gone???the song flows on To herald brighter days; And truth???s pure beams in glowing streams Make clear life???s darkened ways.