Isaac Watts
Cradle Hymn
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head

See the kindly shepherds round him
Telling wonders from the sky!
When they sought Him, there they found Him
With his Virgin-Mother by

See the lovely babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child

Mayst thou live to know and fear Him
Trust and love Him all thy days;
Then go dwell forever near Him
See His face, and sing His praise!