Ah, Dearest Jesus, Holy Child

Verse 1

Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child, Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled Within our hearts, that they may be All quiet chambers kept for thee.

Verse 2

Our hearts for very joy do leap, Our lips no more can silence keep; We, too, must sing with joyful tongue That sweetest ancient cradle song.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Amen.