A Meteor Bright Its Wondrous Light

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.