There is a star, a guiding star, Of all the train most bright; It's glories shine above the skies, It dwells enthroned in light. It is the friend of all the good Whose hopes are fixed on high; It cheers us through the vale of tears; Its comforts never die. It's rays are seen on India's coast, In distant lands afar It shines above all human ways, It is our guiding star. O may this blessed star of hope, The pilgrim's guide below, Shine in our souls and bear us up Till Him we fully know. There is a star, a lonely star, That lights the darkest gloom; It sheds a peaceful radiance o'er The prospect of the tomb. There is a voice, a cheering voice, That lifts the soul above; Dispels the painful, anxious doubt And whispers, “God is love.”