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A Bed In My Heart
by Martin Luther
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 pious mirth,
A glad New Year to all the earth.
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