SONGS FOR THE

 

Mayest thou, if designed by heaven
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even ;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.

May her anxious cares and labors
Be repaid by filial love ;
And thy soul be crowned with favors

From the boundless source above.
Taylor.

BABY, SLEEP.

  

Sleep, baby, sleep,
No longer weep ;
Near thee sits thy little brother,
Close beside thee is thy mother :
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,
No longer weep ;
Israel’s Shepherd watches o’er thee,
No rude danger lies before thee:
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep ;
Germ of beauty, bud and blossom,
Rest upon thy Saviour’s bosom :
"Bleep, baby, sleep.

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