(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.