WATTS'S CRADLE SONG

Hush my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care and payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended
Than the son of God could be
When from heaven he descended
And became a child like thee.

Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When his birthplace was a stable
And his softest bed was hay.

Lo, he slumbers in his manger,
Where the hornèd oxen fed;
Peace, my darling! here's no danger;
Here's no ox a-near thy bed.

Mayst thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love him all thy days;
Then go dwell for ever near him,
See his face and sing his praise.

Information

sequenced by Mary Tipton
from: The Second Penguin Book of Christmas Carols
edited by Elizabeth Poston

words: Isaac Watts
tune: Tennessee variation of the hymn tune, Restoration

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