Aug 112014
 

Lyrics

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.

Oh to tell the wondrous story,
How His foes abused their King.
How they killed the Lord of glory
Makes me angry while I sing.

  • Encourage students to sing this beautiful melody on a “loo” vowel. Turn off the lights and imagine singing a baby to sleep. Now have them sing the lyrics, but continue to feel the flow of the “loo” vowel as they sing.
  • Form – AABA

Section A of this tune is the same as Go Tell Aunt Rhody.

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