To where my Lord was born,
My thoughts return to ponder
That humble stall forlorn:
My faith there finds its treasure,
Its home of pure delight,
Its peace beyond all measure
This blessèd Christmas night.
2. Palm branches I would scatter
Around the place You lie.
For You alone, Lord, matter;
For You, I live and die.
Come, let my soul be finding
The joy that makes me whole:
Yourself to me, Lord, binding
Here, deep within my soul.
3. Lord, come, each bolt removing;
Unlock my heart and mind.
My longing sighs are proving
The welcome You will find.
Your love my heart obtaining:
You purchased it from sin,
Thus evermore remaining--
Your love, wrapped here within!
