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IV. 



Deep horror then my vitals froze, 



Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; 



When suddenly a star arose. 

 It was the star of Bethlehem. 



V. 



It was my guide, my light, ray all, 

 It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 



And through the storm and dangers' thrall. 

 It led me to the port of peace. 



VI. 



Now safely moored — my perils o'er, 

 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 



For ever and for evermore, 



The star ! — the star of Eethlehem I 



