O Christ Of God! Whose Life And Death Our Own Have Reconciled, Most Quietly, Most Tenderly Take Home Thy Star-Named Child! Thy Grace Is In Her Patient Eyes, Thy Words Are On Her Tongue; The Very Silence Round Her Seems As If The Angels Sung. Her Smile Is As A Listening Child'S Who Hears Its Mother'S Call; The Lilies Of Thy Perfect Peace About Her Pillow Fall. She Leans From Out Our Clinging Arms To Rest Herself In Thine; Alone To Thee, Dear Lord, Can We Our Well-Beloved Resign. O, Less For Her Than For Ourselves We Bow Our Heads And Pray; Her Setting Star, Like Bethlehem'S, To Thee Shall Point The Way!