Ah, Dearest Jesus

Ah

dear­est Je­sus

ho­ly Child

Make Thee a bed

soft

un­de­filed

Within my heart

that it may be

A qui­et cham­ber kept for Thee.

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.

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.