Lo! in the silent night a child to God is born,
And all is brought again that ere was lost or lorn.
Could but thy soul, O man, become a silent night
God would be born in thee and set all things aright.
Ye know God but as Lord, hence Lord his name with ye,
I feel him but as love, and Love his name with me.
Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be born,
If he's not born in thee thy soul is all forlorn.
The cross on Golgotha will never save thy soul,
The cross in thine own heart alone can make thee whole.