Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
