Isaac Watts, 1715
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber;|
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heav'nly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
2. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,
3. How much better thou'rt attended
4. Soft and easy is thy cradle;
5. See the lovely Babe addressing;|
Lovely Infant, how he smiled!
When he wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy Child.
6. Lo, he slumbers in his manger,
7. Mayst thou live to know and fear him,
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