Behold the star of Bethlehem!
Arise and follow on;
Its seven-hued light is leading
From darkness into dawn.
Behold the star of Boston,
That selfsame star of yore.
The light of all the ages,
That shines forevermore.
The night, though dark and fearful,
Can never quench its gleam;
Awake, awake, ye mortals,
Ye can no longer dream;
For those who see the vision
And know no other guide
Are finding Christ in glory,
And in God's love abide.
