The Virgin Stills the Crying

The vir­gin stills the cry­ing

Of Je­sus

sleep­less ly­ing;

And sing­ing for His plea­sure

Thus calls up­on her trea­sure

My Dar­ling

do not weep

My Je­su

sleep!

O Lamb

my love in­vit­ing

O Star

my soul de­light­ing

O Flow­er of mine own bear­ing

O Jew­el past com­par­ing!

My Child

of Might in­dwell­ing

My Sweet

all sweets ex­cel­ling

Of bliss the Fount­ain flow­ing

The Day­spring ev­er glow­ing

My Joy

my Exul­ta­tion

My spirit’s Con­so­la­tion;

My son

my spouse

my bro­ther

O list­en to Thy mo­ther!

Say

wouldst Thou heav’n­ly sweet­ness

Or love of an­swer­ing meet­ness?

Or is fit mu­sic want­ing?

Ho! An­gels

raise your chant­ing!