Willcocks, David - Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber

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. 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 thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable and His softest bed was hay. See the lovely babe addressing: 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 horned oxen fed: Peace, my darling; here's no danger, here's no oxen 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!
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