Star Of My Heart, I Follow From Afar. Sweet Love On High, Lead On Where Shepherds Are, Where Time Is Not, And Only Dreamers Are. Star From Of Old, The Magi-Kings Are Dead And A Foolish Saxon Seeks The Manger-Bed. O Lead Me To Jehovah'S Child Across This Dreamland Lone And Wild, Then Will I Speak This Prayer Unsaid, And Kiss His Little Haloed Head - "My Star And I, We Love Thee, Little Child." Except The Christ Be Born Again To-Night In Dreams Of All Men, Saints And Sons Of Shame, The World Will Never See His Kingdom Bright. Stars Of All Hearts, Lead Onward Thro' The Night Past Death-Black Deserts, Doubts Without A Name, Past Hills Of Pain And Mountains Of New Sin To That Far Sky Where Mystic Births Begin, Where Dreaming Ears The Angel-Song Shall Win. Our Christmas Shall Be Rare At Dawning There, And Each Shall Find His Brother Fair, Like A Little Child Within: All Hearts Of The Earth Shall Find New Birth And Wake, No More To Sin.