Douglas Brooks-Davies - A Cradle Hymn - текст песни (слова)

1. Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber;
 Holy angels guard thy bed!
 Heav'nly blessings without number
 Gently falling on thy head. 
 
 2. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,
 House and home, thy friends provide,
 All without thy care and payment,
 All thy wants are well supplied. 
 
 3. How much better thou'rt attended
 Than the Son of God could be
 When from heaven he descended
 And became a child like thee. 
 
 4. Soft and easy is thy cradle;
 Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
 When his birthplace was a stable
 And his softest bed was hay. 
 
 5. See the lovely Babe addressing;
 Lovely Infant, how he smiled!
 When he wept, the mother's blessing
 Soothed and hushed the holy Child. 
 
 6. Lo, he slumbers in his manger,
 Where the horned oxen fed;
 Peace, my darling! here's no danger;
 Here's no ox a-near thy bed. 
 
 7. 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.