1. 04 Cradle Song

From the recording 'Til We Meet Again

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(words Isaac Watts 1674-1748, tune USA early 19th Century)


Hush my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently fall upon 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 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

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