Oh Christmas, that your Gift of Gifts might be
Amongst us yet! as once in Galilee—
Telling of lilies, and of birds overhead—
Of little children and our daily bread—
To us, His humble fisher-folk! make plain
The shining wonder of Himself again,
That we may touch the seamless garment's rim
And be made whole, through the dear grace of Him!
Across the centuries that seem so far—
How close the Christ Child comes! how near the Star!

Oh Christmas, that your Gift of Gifts might be
Amongst us yet! as once in Galilee—
Telling of lilies, and of birds overhead—
Of little children and our daily bread—
To us, His humble fisher-folk! make plain
The shining wonder of Himself again,
That we may touch the seamless garment's rim
And be made whole, through the dear grace of Him!
Across the centuries that seem so far—
How close the Christ Child comes! how near the Star!