The Sweetest Thing's
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Dearest Jesus, Holy Child
Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may beA 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 pious mirth.A glad new year to all the earth.
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