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Isaac Watts - Cradle HymnIsaac Watts - Cradle Hymn
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  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, or 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.   See the kindly shepherds round him,     Telling wonders from the sky!   When they sought Him, there they found Him,     With his Virgin-Mother by.   See the lovely babe a-dressing;     Lovely infant, how He smiled!   When He wept, the mother`s blessing     Soothed and hushed the holy child.   Lo, He slumbers in His manger,     Where the honest 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 forever near Him,     See His face, and sing His praise!   I could give thee thousand kisses,     Hoping what I most desire;   Not a mother`s fondest wishes     Can to greater joys aspire.
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