Mitt hjerte alltid vanker
i Jesu føderom,
der samles mine tanker
som i sin hovedsum.
Der er min lengsel hjemme,
der har min tro sin skatt;
jeg kan deg aldri glemme
velsignet julenatt!
Jeg gjerne palemgrene
vil om din krybbe strø,
for deg, for deg alene
jeg leve vil og dø.
Kom, la min sjel dog finne
sin rette ville rom,
at du er født herinne
i hjertets dype grunn.
My heart always wanders
to Jesus' cradle,
there gather my thoughts
of their own accord.
There is my yearning at home,
there has my faith its treasure;
I can never forget you,
blessed Christmas-night!
to Jesus' cradle,
there gather my thoughts
of their own accord.
There is my yearning at home,
there has my faith its treasure;
I can never forget you,
blessed Christmas-night!
Gladly will I palm leaves
scatter all about your crib,
for you, for you alone,
will I live and will I die.
Come let my soul find with you
it's rightful lost place,
that you were born therein
in the heart's deep grounds.
scatter all about your crib,
for you, for you alone,
will I live and will I die.
Come let my soul find with you
it's rightful lost place,
that you were born therein
in the heart's deep grounds.
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