Christmas

By Woodbine Willie: Geoffrey A. Studdert-Kennedy

COME sail with me,
O’er the golden sea,
To the land where the rainbow ends.
And the great earth bends,
To the weight of the starry sky.
Where tempests die
With a last fierce cry,
And never a wind is wild —
There’s a Mother mild,
With a little child
Like a star set on her knee.
Then bow you down,
Give Him the crown,
’Tis the Lord of the world you see.