CRADLE HYMN.

1 HUSH, my dear, lie still and slumber ;
Holy angels guard thy bed:
Heavenly blessings, without number,
Gently falling on thy head.

2 Sleep, my babe ; thy food and raiment,
House’ and home thy friends prov ide ; Fi
And, without thy care or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.

3 How much better thou’rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven he descended,
And became a child like thee!