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All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn,

Whose love did not the sinner scorn;

In my distress Thou com’st to me;

What thanks shall I return to Thee?

Were earth a thousand times as fair,

Beset with gold and jewels rare,

She yet were far too poor to be,

A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.

Ah dearest Jesus, Holy Child,

Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,

Within my heart, that it may be

A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

–Martin Luther, Translated by A.T.Russell and C. Winkworth

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