A Bed in My Heart by Martin Luther.

Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quitet 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 the highest Heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given,
While angels sing with pious mirth,
A glade New year to all the earth.