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.
— Martin Luther
Stray Thoughts 
I haven’t heard this in ages. We memorized it in youth one year and I used to be able to recite it.
Sweet. Happy New Year!
Very nice my friend. 🙂 Happy New Year to you and yours 🙂
I loooooooove that! How sweet!