An Irish Christmas Blessing

Now may the fragrance of his peace
Soar through your heart like the dove released:
Hide in His wings, oh weary, distant soul,
He'll guide your spirit home.

And may His love poured from on high
Flow to the depths of your deepest sigh;
Oh come and drink from the only living stream
And on His shoulder lean.

And may the hope that will not deceive
Through every pain bring eternal ease;
There is no night that can steal the promises
His coming brings to us.

So may His joy rush over you;
Delight in the path He has called you to;
May all your steps walk in Heaven's endless light
Beyond this Christmas night.