(FROM THE GERMAN OF MARTIN LUTHER) <br /> <br />O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes <br />And see who in yon manger lies! <br />Of perfect form, of face divine-- <br />It is the Christ-child, heart of mine! <br /> <br />O dearest, holiest Christ-child, spread <br />Within this heart of mine thy bed; <br />Then shall my breast forever be <br />A chamber consecrate to thee! <br /> <br />Beat high to-day, O heart of mine, <br />And tell, O lips, what joys are thine; <br />For with your help shall I prolong <br />Old Bethlehem's sweetest cradle-song. <br /> <br />Glory to God, whom this dear Child <br />Hath by His coming reconciled, <br />And whose redeeming love again <br />Brings peace on earth, good will to men!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-28/
