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 through 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. Keith & Kristyn Getty - An Irish