Hush, My Babe

Herkomst	Appalachiaans kerstlied (Noord-Amerika)
Tekst	Isaac Watts
Periode	17e eeuw
Arrangement	Wayland Rogers
Tekst Hush My Babe Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed. Heav’nly blessings without number Gently pouring o’er the head. How much better thou art tended Than the Son of God could be. When from heaven He descended and became a child like Thee. Soft and easy is thy cradle cource and hard the saviour lay when His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay. Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed. Heav’nly blessings without number Gently pouring o’er the head.