Watts's Cradle Hymn (Vocal)

Watts's Cradle Hymn (Vocal) - Martin Neary/Westminster Abbey Choir/Emma Kirkby (艾瑪·柯比)/Tom Raskin/Michael Lees/Simon Birchall/Tom Finucane/Westminster Choir

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

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 Savior lay

When his birthplace was a stable

And his softest bed was hay

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 may sound too hard

'Tis thy mother sits beside thee

And her arms shall be thy guard

Lo he slumbers in a manger

Where the horned oxen fed

Peace my darling here's no danger

Here's no oxen near thy bed

May'st thou live to know and fear him

Trust and love him all thy days

Then go dwell forever near him

See his face and sing his praise

I could give thee thousand kisses

Hoping what I most desire