Holy Innocents

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,

The holy Angels love thee,

And guard thy bed, and keepA blessed watch above thee.

No spirit can come

Nor evil beast to harm thee:


Sweet, devoid of

Where nothing need alarm thee.

The Love which doth not sleep,

The eternal arms around thee:

The shepherd of the

In perfect love has found thee.

Sleep through the holy night,

Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,

Until thou wake to

And love and warmth to-morrow.

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