Sleep, Holy Babe, Upon Thy Mother's breast.
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,
How sweet it is to see Thee lie
In such a place of rest.
Sleep, Holy Babe, Thine angels watch around;
All bending low with folded wings
Before th'Incarnate King of kings,
In rev'rent awe profound.
Sleep, Holy Babe, While I with Mary gaze
In joy upon Thy face awhile,
Upon the loving Infant smile,
Which there divinely plays.
Sleep, Holy Babe, O take Thy brief repose!
Too quickly will Thy slumbers break,
And Thou to lengthen'd pains awake,
That death alone shall close.
First upload: November 2, 2003 / Update: Nov 30, 2009 with F200