Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber,
holy angels guard thy bed,
heavenly blessings without number,
gently falling on thy head.
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 Savior lay:
when his birthplace was a stable,
and his softest bed was hay.
May'st thou learn to know and fear him,
love and serve him all thy days;
then to dwell forever near him,
tell his love and sing his praise.
Words: Isaac Watts, 1715
Music: Cradle Hymn
Meter: 87 87
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 1999-2003.
