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 heav'n, who unto us His Son hath giv'n!
While angels sing with pious mirth a glad new year to all the earth.
Martin Luther, 1483-1546
ELH #123, vs. 13-15
Photo from the Elementary Bible History book, published by Concordia Publishing House in 1935.