Following the Star

Father
When shall I see His face
With heralding choir of angelic strain
Proclaiming His divinity?

Salvation,
Good tidings of great joy,
As declared on a bright Judean night,
And in haste I'd go to see

A Savior,
Born unto all men, Hope:
Jehovah, Messiah, Christ the King
Come to Earth as a humble child.

To see Him
And to know and feel,
I'd adore Him on bended knee.
And my eyes would then see

Redemption---
From sin's dark grasp on men,
And the sharp sting of death's doleful hold---
Laid in a lowly manger bed.

But the Child
Is not in Bethlehem,
For millennia have passed
Since shepherds found Him there.

So I seek Him,
Following the Gospel's star
Until my journey shall end
Before His glorious throne.

Oh Father!
Then shall I see His face
And my own song shall I raise
To worship Christ, my King.