Hush, My Dear

Hush

my dear

lie still and slum­ber

Holy an­gels guard thy bed

Heav’nly 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.

Hush

my child

I did not chide thee

Though my song may seem so hard;

’Tis thy mo­ther sits be­side thee

And her arms shall be thy guard.

May’st thou learn to know and fear Him

Love and serve Him all thy days;

Then to dwell for­ev­er near Him

Tell His love and sing His praise.