Hush my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head
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 Savior lay
When His birthplace was a stable
And His softest bed was hay
Mayst thou learn to know and fear Him
Love and serve Him all thy days
Then to dwell forever near Him
Tell his love and sing His praise
Hush my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed
