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Hush, dear child, lie still and slumber

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. (New and Rev. ed.) #904 (1819) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. (New and Rev. ed.) Languages: English

Hush, my dear babe [child], lie still and slumber

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. Rev. ed. #d267 (1813) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. Rev. ed. Languages: English

Hush, dear child, lie still and slumber

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. New and Revised ed. #1096 (1832) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. New and Revised ed. Languages: English

Hush, my dear babe [child], lie still and slumber

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Hymn and Prayer-Book #240 (1795) Hymnal Title: A Hymn and Prayer-Book Languages: English

Hush, my dear babe [child], lie still and slumber

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Treasury of Hymns, the Best-Loved Hymns, Carols ... #d100 (1953) Hymnal Title: A Treasury of Hymns, the Best-Loved Hymns, Carols ... Languages: English

Hush, My Dear

Author: Dr. Isaac Watts Hymnal: Children's Praises #47 (1896) Hymnal Title: Children's Praises First Line: Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber Languages: English Tune Title: [Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber]

Hush, my dear babe [child], lie still and slumber

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Hymn Book . 3rd ed. #d223 (1850) Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book . 3rd ed. Languages: English

Hush, my dear child, lie still and slumber

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book; consisting of hymns and psalms, original and selected. adapted to public worship and many other occasions. 2nd ed. #668 (1838) Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book; consisting of hymns and psalms, original and selected. adapted to public worship and many other occasions. 2nd ed. Topics: The Stages of Life Cradle hymns Languages: English

Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SVIII (1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Hymnal Title: Divine and Moral Songs Lyrics: Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings, without number, Gently falling on thy head. 112 Sleep, my babe! thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. 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 and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. 113 Blessed Babe! what glorious features,— Spotless fair, divinely bright! Must he dwell with brutal creatures? How could angels bear the sight? Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford, To receive the heavenly stranger? Did they thus affront the Lord? Soft, my child! I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard: ’Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arm shall be thy guard. 114 Yet to read the shameful story. How the Jews received their King, How they served the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where hey sought him, there they found him, With his Virgin–mother by. See the lovely Babe a–dressing: Lovely infant, how he smiled! When he wept, his mother’s blessing Sooth’d and hush’d the holy Child. 115 Lo, he slumbers in a manger, Where the horned oxen fed!— Peace, my darling, here’s no danger: There’s no ox a–near thy bed. ’Twas so save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came. 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! 116 I could give thee thousand kisses! Hoping what I most desire, Not a mother’s fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire! Languages: English

Cradle Hymn

Hymnal: Divine Songs for Children #XXX (1827) Hymnal Title: Divine Songs for Children First Line: Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber Lyrics: Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings, without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide, And, without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou art tended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee! 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. Blessed Babe! what glorious features; Spotless fair, divinely bright! Must He dwell with brutal creatures? How could angels bear the sight? Was there nothing but a manger, Cursed sinners could afford, To receive the heavenly stranger? Did they thus affront the Lord? Soft, my child, I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard; ’Tis thy mother* sits beside thee, And her arm shall be thy guard. Yet to read the shameful story, How the Jews abused their King, How they served the Lord of glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where they sought him, there they found him, With his Virgin Mother by. See the lovely babe a–dressing; Lovely infant, how he smiled! When he wept, his mother’s blessing Soothed and hush’d the holy child. Lo, he slumbers in a manger, Where the horned oxen fed; Peace, my darling, here’s no danger, There’s no ox a–near thy bed. ’Twas so save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans, and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came. 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! I could give thee thousand kisses, Hoping what I most desire; Not a mother’s fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire. Languages: English