A Rocking Hymn

Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear,What ails my darling thus to cry?Be still, my child, and lend thine earTo hear me sing thy lullaby.My pretty lamb, forbear to weep;Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep.

Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear?What thing to thee can mischief do?Thy God is now thy father dear,His holy Spouse, thy mother too.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Though thy conception was in sin,A sacred bathing thou hast had;And, though thy birth unclean hath been,A blameless babe thou now art made.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep,

While thus thy lullaby I sing,For thee great blessings ripening be;Thine eldest brother is a King,And hath a kingdom bought for thee.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Sweet baby, sleep and nothing fear,For whosoever thee offends,By thy protector threat'ned are,And God and angels are thy friends.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

When God with us was dwelling here,In little babes he took delight;Such innocents as thou, my dear,Are ever precious in His sight.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

A little infant once was He,And, strength in weakness, then was laidUpon His virgin-mother's knee,That power to thee might be conveyed.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

In this, thy frailty and thy need,He friends and helpers doth prepare,Which thee shall cherish, clothe and feed;For of thy weal they tender are.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

The King of kings, when he was born,Had not so much for outward ease;By Him such dressings were not worn,Nor such like swaddling-clothes as these.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Within a manger lodged thy LordWhere oxen lay and asses fed;Warm rooms we do to thee afford,An easy cradle or a bed.Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

The wants that He did then sustainHave purchased wealth, my babe, for thee;And by His torments and His painThy rest and ease secured be.My baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Thou hast (yet more) to perfect this,A promise and an earnest gotOf gaining everlasting bliss,Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not;Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.