ah dearest jesus

ah, dearest jesus, holy child,
make thee a bed, soft, undefiled
within my heart, that it may be
a quiet chamber kept for thee.

my heart for very joy doth leap,
my lips no more can silence keep;
i, too, must sing with joyful tongue
that sweetest ancient cradle song.

glory to god in highest heaven,
who unto man his son hath given;
while angels sing with tender mirth,
a glad new year to all the earth.