Come forth from the holy place,
Sweet Child,
Come from the quiet dark
Where virginal heartbeats
Tick your moments.
Come away from
the red music
Of Mary’s veins.
Come out from
the Tower of David,
Sweet Child,
From the House
of God.
Leave your lily-cloister,
Leave your holy mansion,
Quit your covenant ark.
O Child, be born!
Be born, sweet
Child,
In our unholy
hearts.
Come to our trembling,
Helpless Child.
Come to our littleness,
Little Child.
Be born in us
Who have kept the faltering vigil.
Be given, be born,
Be ours again.
Come forth
from your holy haven,
Come away from
your perfect shrine,
Come to our
wind-racked souls,
From the
flawless tent,
Sweet Child.
Be born, little Child,
In our unholy hearts.A
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