Sleep! Holy Babe

Sleep! Ho­ly Babe! up­on Thy mo­ther’s breast;

Great Lord of earth and sea and sky

How sweet it is to see Thee lie

In such a place of rest

In such a place of rest.

Sleep! Ho­ly Babe! Thine an­gels watch around

All bend­ing low with fold­ed wings

Before th’in­car­nate King of kings

In rev­er­ent awe pro­found.

In rev­er­ent awe pro­found.

Sleep! Ho­ly Babe! while I with Ma­ry gaze

In joy up­on that face awhile

Upon the lov­ing in­fant smile

Which there di­vine­ly plays.

Which there di­vine­ly plays.

Sleep! Ho­ly Babe! ah! take Thy brief re­pose;

Too quick­ly will Thy slum­bers break

And Thou to length­ened pains awake

That death alone shall close

That death alone shall close.