Soft the evening shadows fall, still journey on; darkness soon be over all, still journey on. Weary now, and travel-worn, night must come before the morn: where will Mary's son be born? still journey on. Shepherds, hasten from the fold; this God has done. Here in human form behold this God has done. Christ the Lord of David's line, born a Saviour and a sign, King immortal, child divine, this God has done. Kings who from the east afar still journey on, seeking Christ beneath a star, still journey on. For his worship incense bring, gold to crown an infant King, myrrh to mark his suffering, still journey on. Lord of all, enthroned above, God sent his Son. Gift of everlasting love, God sent his Son. He himself a ransom gave, bowed himself to cross and grave, came himself to seek and save, God sent his Son. So the Christmas story tell; still journey on. At the last shall all be well; still journey on. Love be ours, and joy and praise, one with Christ to walk his ways, in his service all our days still journey on.