Watts Cradle Song
About the Song
Watts's Cradle-Hymn was first published in his Moral Songs (1706), at the end of what he called ‘these Songs for Children’.
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Hush! my dear, lie still & slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heav'nly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head
Sleep, my babe, thy food & raiment
House & home thy friends provide:
All without thy care or payment
All thy wants are well supplied
Am - C G / C Am G C / C Am Dm AmG / Am Em EmAm Em
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 & easy is thy cradle,
Coarse & hard thy Savior lay,
When his birth-place was a stable
And his softest bed was hay.
Lo! he slumbers in his manger
Where the hornèd oxen fed
Peace, my darling, here's no danger
Here's no ox a-near thy bed
May'st thou live to know & fear him
Trust & love him all thy days
Then go dwell for ever near him
See his face & sing his praise!
Words: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)