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!
Was there nothing but a manger
Cursèd sinners could afford
To receive the heavenly stranger?
Did they thus affront their Lord?
See the kinder shepherds round Him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where 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 hush'd the holy child.
May'st thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days; 50
Then go dwell for ever near Him,
See His face, and sing His praise!