Sleep, Holy Babe! upon Thy mother's breast
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky
How sweet it is to see Thee lie
In such a place of rest
In such a place of rest!
Sleep, holy Babe! Thine angels watch around
All bending low with folded wings
Before Th' incarnate King of kings
In rev'rent awe profound
In rev'rent awe profound.
Sleep, Holy Babe! while I with Mary gaze
In joy upon that Face awhile,
Upon the loving infant smile
Which there Divinely plays
Which there Divinely plays.
Sleep! Holy Babe! Ah! take Thy brief repose;
Too quickly will Thy slumbers break,
And Thou to lengthened pains awake
That Death alone shall close.
That Death alone shall close.
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