I look up at the stars
And I see the Master’s plan
He placed them one by one
Before our time began

All down through the ages
Those stars have shown their light
Always in formation
To guide us in the night

Then one night, a change was seen
One star was singled out
To shine much brighter than the rest
A loud celestial shout

On brightest star, Oh chosen star
You shine your glorious light
To lead us all to Christ the King
On this most Holy night

This star then found its special place
To shine those brighter rays
It took its place above a town
Where God’s own Son was laid

Three kings had seen the star so bright
From lands so far away
They came to bring gifts to the child
In a manger filled with hay

Gold, because He’s royalty
As priest, the Frankincense
Myrrh, anointing for His death
Which would be so intense

On brightest star, Oh chosen star
You shine your glorious light
To lead us all to Christ the King
On this most Holy night