Cradle Hymn Poem by akingbehin daniel murphy

Cradle Hymn



Cradle Hymn
Christian Christmas Poems
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 Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.
See the kindly shepherds round
him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
When they sought Him, there
they found Him,
With his Virgin-Mother by.
See the lovely babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's
blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy
child.
Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
Where the honest oxen fed;
—Peace, my darling! here's no
danger!
Here's no ox a-near thy bed!
Mayst 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;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.
Written by akingbegn daniel mushy

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