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  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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