HYMN

O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes

And see who in yon manger lies!

Of perfect form, of face divine —

It is the Christ-child, heart of mine!

O dearest, holiest Christ-child, spread

Within this heart of mine thy bed;

Then shall my breast forever be

A chamber consecrate to thee!

Beat high to-day, O heart of mine,

And tell, O lips, what joys are thine;

For with your help shall I prolong

Old Bethlehem's sweetest cradle-song.

Glory to God, whom this dear Child

Hath by His coming reconciled,

And whose redeeming love again

Brings peace on earth, good will to men!