Scandinavian Bible Church

1 My heart always wanders
in Jesus’ birthplace,
there my thoughts are gathered
in there total sum;
there is my longing at home,
there has my faith it’s treasure,
I can thee never forget,
thou sweet night of Christ.

2 Thine dark stall shall be
my heart’s castle of delight,
there can I daily learn
to forget the world’s harm;
there can I best meditate,
wherein my praise consists,
when the memory of the cradle of Christ
Right to my heart goes.

3 But alas! What shall I say,
when I will think upon,
that God of the kingdom of heaven
in the stall lay must,
that heaven’s delight and honor,
the living Word of God,
shall so despised be
upon this evil earth!

4 A sparrow though has it’s nest
and secure home of rest,
a swallow dare not look 
concerning shelter and calm,
a lion by it’s cave, 
where it it’s peace can get;
shall then my God hide himself
in other’s stalls and straws?

5 Oh, come! I will open up
my heart, soul, and mind
with thousands of yearning sighs, 
come, Jesus, enter herein!
It is not a strange dwelling place,
thou has bought it yourself,
so shall thou be faithfully
out in my heart wrapped.