Dark the night lay, wild and dreary
moaned the wind by Melchior's tow'r,
sad the sage, while pond'ring weary
o'er the doom of Judah's pow'r:
When behold, the clouds are parted
Westward, lo, a light gleams far!
Now his heart's true quest has started,
for his eyes have seen the star.
Now, Lord Jesus, hear our calling,
deep the darkness where we stray;
How shall we, mid boulders falling,
know for thine the rough-hewn way?
Lo, a light shines down to guide us
where thy saints and angels are!
Now we know thy love beside us;
For our eyes have seen the star.