O Child! Thy silence speaks,
And bids us not refuse
To bear what flesh would shun,
To spurn what flesh would choose.
Fill us with holy love,
Heal Thou our earthly pride;
Born in each lowly heart,
For ever there abide.
Enter, then, O Christ most holy
Make a Christmas in my heart
Make a heaven of my manger
It is heaven where Thou art.
