Blake's Cradle Song

歌詞

Hush my dear, lie still and lumber, Holy angels guard thy bed. Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep me babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care and payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou art 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 the Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable And his softest bed was hay. Lo, he slumbers in a manger, Where the horned oxen fed; Peace, my darling, here's no danger, Here's no ax a-near thy bed. May'st thou live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days; Then go dwell for ever near him, See his face and sing his praise.