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Martin Luther, 1535; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1855·Reformation
Verse 1
“From heaven above to earth I come,
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:
Verse 2
“To you, this night, is born a Child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild;
This little Child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the Joy of all your earth.”
Verse 3
“’Tis Christ, our God, who far on high
Hath heard your sad and bitter cry;
Himself will your Salvation be,
Himself from sin will make you free.”
Verse 4
Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through whom e’en wicked men are blest!
Thou com’st to share our misery;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee?
Verse 5
Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
Verse 6
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:
Verse 7
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.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 695 · L.M. · Cradle-Song