Sleep, My Savior, Sleep

Sleep

my Sav­ior

sleep

On Thy bed of hay

Angels in the span­gled heav­en

Sing their glad­some Christ­mas car­ols

Till the dawn of day.

Sleep

my Sav­ior

sleep

On Thy bed of hay

Ere the mourn­ing an­gel com­eth

To the moon­lit ol­ive gar­den

Wiping tears away.

Sleep

my Sav­ior

sleep

Sweet on Ma­ry’s breast

Now the shep­herds kneel ador­ing

Now the mo­ther’s heart is joy­ous

Take a hap­py rest.

Sleep

my Sav­ior

sleep

Sweet on Ma­ry’s breast.

Crucified

with wounds and bruis­es

Bleeding

pur­ple

stained

dis­fig­ured

One day Thou wilt rest.