70 CRADLE HYMN.

4, 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.

5 Blessed Babe! what glorious features!
Spotless fair, Divinely bright!
Must be dwell with brutal creatures P
How could angels bear the sight ?

6 Was there nothing but a manger
Cursed sinners could afford,
To receive the heavenly Stranger?
Did they thus affront the Lord ?

  

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7 Soft, my child, I did not chide thee,
though my song might sound too hard ;
Tis thy mother* sits beside thee,
And her arms shall be thy guard.

* Here you may use the words, Brother, Sister, Neighbour, ete.