A Cradle Hymn Lyrics

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

Was there nothing but a manger

Cursèd sinners could afford

To receive the heavenly stranger

Did they thus affront their Lord

Soft, my child: I did not chide thee

Though my song might sound too hard

'Tis thy mother sits beside thee

And her arms shall be thy guard

Lo, He slumbers in His manger

Where the hornèd oxen fed

Peace, my darling; here 's no danger

Here 's no oxen near thy bed

'Twas to save thee, child, from dying

Save my dear from burning flame

Bitter groans and endless crying

That thy blest Redeemer came

May you 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