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Thy lit-tle ones, dear Lord, are we, And come Thy low-ly
bed to see;
En - light-en ev-ery soul and mind, That we the way to Thee may
2 E’er since the world began to be,
Hast come at last to make us blest!
In lowly manger liest Thou:
Poor,yet is earth Thy robe of state.
Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath.
I am Thy member, wholly Thine;
Serve Thee according to Thy will.
With joyful spirit year by year:
P. Gerhardt, 1653
2 To you this night is born a child
Himself from sin will make you free.
Prepared by God for all below;
To you, as to the angel bands.
The swaddling clothes and manger dark;
By whom the heavens and earth were made.
Follow the shepherds, and draw near
The blessed Christ-child lieth there.
Through whom the sinful world is blest!
10 Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
Thou hast but hay and straw so rough,
As 'twere Thy heaven, art throned in state.
The truth to sinners poor and vain,
Are naught and worthless in Thy sight.
Make Thee a bed, soft undefiled,
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
My lips no more can silence keep;
That sweetest ancient cradle song:
Who unto man His Son hath given!-
M. Luther, 1535