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;
And without thy care or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
3 How much better thou'rt tended
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 the hay.
Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #656
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|The Cyber Hymnal #2662||Hush, My Dear||Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber||GREENVILLE||Isaac Watts||87.87.87||<cite>Divine and Moral Songs</cite>, 1715|