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