A CRADLE HYMN. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T185045 K123515.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Divine songs: attempted in easy language for the use of children. By I. Watts, D.D. London Printed for J. Buckland; J. F. and C. Rivington; T. Longman; W. Fenner; T. Field; and E. and C. Dilly 1777 pp. 55-58. xii,58,[2]p.; 12⁰.

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Some Copies of the following HYMN having got abroad already into several Hands , the Author has been persuaded to permit it to appear in Public , at the End of these SONGS for CHILDREN . A CRADLE HYMN . I. HUSH ! my dear , lie still and slumber , Holy Angels guard thy Bed ! Heav'nly Blessings without Number Gently falling on thy Head . II . Sleep , my Babe ; thy Food and Raiment , House and Home thy Friends provide ; All without thy Care or Payment , All thy Wants are well supply'd . III . How much better thou'rt attended Than the SON of GOD could be ; When from Heav'n he descended , And became a Child like thee ? IV . Soft and easy is thy Cradle : Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay ; When his Birth-place was a Stable , And his softest Bed was Hay . V. Blessed Babe ! what glorious Features , Spotless fair , divinely bright ! Must he dwell with brutal Creatures ! How could Angels bear the Sight ? VI . Was there nothing but a Manger Cursed Sinners could afford , To receive the heavenly Stranger ! Did they thus affront their LORD ? VII . Soft my Child ? I did not chide thee , Tho' my Song might sound too hard ; 'Tis thy Mother / Nurse Here you may use the Words , Brother , Sister , Neighbour , Friend , &c. that sits beside thee , And her Arms shall be thy Guard . VIII . Yet to read the shameful Story , How the Jews abus'd their King , How they serv'd the LORD of Glory , Makes me angry while I sing . IX . See the kinder Shepherds round him , Telling Wonders from the Sky ! Where they sought him , there they found him , With his Virgin Mother by . X. See the lovely Babe a-dressing ; Lovely Infant , how he smil'd ! When he wept , the Mother's Blessing Sooth'd and hush'd the holy Child . XI . Lo , he slumbers in his Manger , Where the horned Oxen fed ; Peace , my Darling , here's no Danger , Here's no Ox a-near thy Bed . XII . 'Twas to save Thee , Child , from dying , Save my Dear from burning Flame , Bitter Grones and endless Crying , That thy blest Redeemer came . XIII . May'st thou live to know and fear Him , Trust and love him all thy Days ; Then go dwell for ever near Him , See his Face , and sing his Praise ? XIV . I could give thee thousand Kisses , Hoping what I most desire ; Not a Mother's fondest Wishes Can to greater Joys aspire .