O solitary watcher on the height,
What holds the world for thee, a-near or far?
Look up! There dawned for thee one blessed night
All that the soul might fill, in Bethlehem’s star.
O solitary watcher on the height,
What holds the world for thee, a-near or far?
Look up! There dawned for thee one blessed night
All that the soul might fill, in Bethlehem’s star.