Classic Poem

Could but my soul, O God,
Become a silent night,
Thou wouldst be born in me,
And set all things aright!
Ah, would my heart but be
A manger for thy birth,
Thou wouldst once more become
A child upon the earth!

Though Christ a thousand times
In Bethlehem be born,
If he's not born in me,
My soul is all forlorn:
The cross on Golgotha
Will never save my soul;
The cross in my own heart
Alone can make me whole.