O Child, most truly God's own Son, O crib, O throne of Solomon, O stall, O place of pure delight, O straw, like roses, red and white! Infant in the stall, all our sins destroy! Infant in the straw, give us joy! O Child, most wonderful your birth, Your gracious coming to our earth! Milk-white, blood-red, your body gives Fresh courage to our humble lives. Chorus The Godhead lies within your breast To grant the heart its chief request; Heav'n has itself no greater grace Than clearly shines in your sweet face. Chorus Your hair is curly, gold your head, Your eyes are clear, your lips are red, Most beautiful, most honey-sweet Your body is from head to feet. Chorus Like ivory your snow-white skin, A glowing sapphire set therein, The sapphire is the Godhead great, The ivory your mortal state. Chorus Your hands are full of summer flower That smell more sweetly after showers; You sparkle, Child, more beautiful Than if the sun were in the stall. Chorus