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Hush, my babe, 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.
See the lovely babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the Holy Child.
Lo, He slumbers in the manger,
Where the horned oxen fed!
Peace, my darling; here's no danger;
There's no oxen near thy bed.
'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from sin and shame,
'Twas to lead thee home to heaven,
That thy blest Redeemer came.
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.
I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.
Isaac Watts
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