(Folk carol)

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.


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  • MIDI file
  • Listen to the song

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