Holiest of Nights!
Darkness recedes, it is becoming bright on earth,
Harps spread the sweetest of sounds.
Angels appear, proclaiming peace,
their joyful song mellifluous.
Come, you Christians, come quickly,
see the shepherds, how they hurry.
Hurry to Bethlehem, see the crown:
Here lies the child.
Lovely child!
I offer you my contrite soul,
I will not be blinded by temptations anymore.
Child, my heart loves you, when I have you,
I have the best, the most divine treasure.
Apart from you, I will not find joy in anything else,
for I long to be with you always.
With you, o divine one. You a my God and lord,
I am completely yours.
