Watts's Cradle Hymn(Vocal)-Martin Neary
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TXT Watts's Cradle Hymn(Vocal)-Martin Neary 文本歌词
Watts's Cradle Hymn(Vocal) - Martin Neary
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