Isaac Watts

(17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748 / Southampton / England)

Cradle Hymn - Poem by Isaac Watts

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.

Comments about Cradle Hymn by Isaac Watts

  • Domanick SchulteDomanick Schulte (5/17/2017 8:18:00 PM)

    hi how r u going today (Report)Reply

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (5/17/2017 2:59:00 PM)

    An enjoyable read- -smooth and easy as if the verses were rocking the child's cradle (Report)Reply

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  • Kuda Bondamakara (5/17/2017 6:24:00 AM)

    powerful poem about the birth of Christ. I love it. (Report)Reply

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  • Kuda Bondamakara (5/17/2017 6:22:00 AM)

    wow. a power poem about the birth of Christ. (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/17/2017 2:55:00 AM)

    In His manger! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

    Lantz PierreLantz Pierre(5/17/2017 3:26:00 AM)

    Said the ox, noticing the baby had pissed in its hay.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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