A star shone brightly in azure height.
Three Magi they followed that Star's bright light.
It rose o'er a manger and there it shone;
Jesus was found there - the star was gone.

"And where did the Star go? Mother dear, tell me!"
Listen, baby-boy, and mother will tell thee:
In realms of bright splendor, in regions far
O'er God's High Throne gleams that golden Star.

But once every year from yon deep azure height
Its light guides the Angels to earth thro' the night.
By that Star Infant Jesus lights those candles you see,
Which Old Father Christmas then puts on the Tree.

And that's why they glow as with Heavenly light,
And make all hearts to rejoice with delight.
Where they shed their brightness no grief can abide.
O joy-bringing, bliss-bringing Christmastide!

O merry Christmastide!