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!