� On this glad Christmas morning, When will my heart arise? The dew will rise at dawning, The sun rise to the skies. O Jesus, while you're sleeping, The whole world sings its joys. But I am filled with weeping, When will my heart arise? I am the thorns that crowned you, I am the waves that scourge, I am the chains that bound you, Who all my sins did purge. I am the cross you shoulder, A cross that crucifies. Against your tongue, the boulder, When will my heart arise? � I live here by your manger, O blessed winter child. Pray do not turn this stranger Into the winter wild. I kneel here for forgiveness, And all my sins despise. Forgive me, gentle baby, Then will my heart arise.