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:
Sleep,
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.
