The Incarnation

O Lord, You have created all!
How did you come to be so small,
To meekly lie in manger bed,
Where lowly cattle lately fed?

Were Earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold, and jewels rare,
Still, such a cradle would not do
To rock a Prince as great as You!

Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Prepare a bed- soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

--Martin Luther