Catherine Winkworth · 45 of 207

Christmas Carol

A ship comes sailing onwards With a precious freight on board; It bears the only Son of God, It bears the Eternal Word.

A precious freight it brings us, Glides gently on, yet fast; Its sails are filled with Holy Love, The Spirit is its mast.

And now it casteth anchor, The ship hath touched the land; God's Word hath taken flesh, the Son Among us men doth stand.

At Bethlehem, in the manger, He lies, a babe of days; For us He gives Himself to death, O give Him thanks and praise.

Whoe'er would hope in gladness To kiss this Holy Child, Must suffer many a pain and woe Patient like Him and mild;

Must die with Him to evil And rise to righteousness, That so with Christ he too may share Eternal life and bliss.

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