A Glad New
Year
Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy
Child,
Make thee bed, soft,
undefiled
Within my heart, that it may
be
A quiet chamber, kept for
Thee.
My heart for very joy does
leap
My lips no more can silence
keep,
I must sing with joyful
tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle
song.
Glory to God in highest
Heaven
Who unto man His Son has
given,
While angels sing with pious
mirth
A glad New Year to all the
earth
Martin Luther
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