Melt, O heart, for thy God!
Waxen touches on mother’s heart,
Fingers of the Babe, my God;
Dear baby lips to her virgin breast,
The virgin mother of God.
The shepherds have come from the hills to adore
The Babe in the manger, my God;
Mary and Joseph welcome them there;
Worship, O soul, thy God!
But I alone may not come near