Hush my dear, lie still and lumber
Holy angels guard thy bed
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head
Sleep me 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 art 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 the Saviour lay
When his birthplace was a stable
And his softest bed was hay
Lo, he slumbers in a manger
Where the horned oxen fed;
Peace, my darling, here's no danger
Here's no ax a-near thy bed
May'st 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