{"collection":"chr","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/chr/nep/nep20.htm","path":"chr/nep/nep20.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/chr/nep/nep20.htm","text":"DR. WATTS'S CRADLE HYMN\n.\nH\nUSH, my dear; lie still and slumber\nSleep, my babe! Thy food and raiment,\n \u00a0\u00a0House and home, thy friends provide,\n All without thy care or payment;\n \u00a0\u00a0All thy wants are well supplied.\nHow much better thou'rt attended\n \u00a0\u00a0Than the Son of God could be,\n When from heaven he descended,\n \u00a0\u00a0And became a child like thee!\nSoft and easy is thy cradle;\n \u00a0\u00a0Coarse and hard thy Savior lay,\n When his birthplace was a stable,\n \u00a0\u00a0And his softest bed was hay.\nBlessed Babe! what glorious features.\n \u00a0\u00a0Spotless, fair, divinely bright! p. 22\n Must he dwell with brutal creatures?\n \u00a0\u00a0How could angels bear the sight?\nWas there nothing but a manger\n \u00a0\u00a0Cursed sinners could afford\n To receive the heavenly Stranger?\n \u00a0\u00a0Did they thus affront the Lord?\nSoft, my child! I did not chide thee,\n \u00a0\u00a0Though my song may sound too hard\n 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,\n \u00a0\u00a0And her arms shall be thy guard.\nYet to read the shameful story,\n \u00a0\u00a0How the Jews abused their King,\n How they served the Lord of glory,\n \u00a0\u00a0Makes me angry while I sing.\nSee the kinder shepherds round him,\n \u00a0\u00a0Telling wonders from the sky;\n There they sought him, there they found him,\n \u00a0\u00a0With his virgin mother by.\nSee the lovely Babe a-dressing--\n \u00a0\u00a0Lovely Infant! how he smiled!\n When he wept, his mother's blessing\n \u00a0\u00a0Soothed and hushed the holy Child.\nLo! he slumbers in a manger,\n \u00a0\u00a0Where the horned oxen fed\n Peace, my darling! here's no danger\n \u00a0\u00a0Here's no oxen near thy bed.\n'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,\n \u00a0\u00a0Save my dear from burning flame,\n Bitter groans and endless crying,\n \u00a0\u00a0That thy blest Redeemer came.\nMay'st thou live to know and fear him,\n \u00a0\u00a0Trust and love him, all thy days; p. 23\n Then go dwell forever near him,\n \u00a0\u00a0See his face, and sing his praise.\nI could give thee thousand kisses,\n \u00a0\u00a0Hoping what I most desire;\n Not a mother's fondest wishes\n \u00a0\u00a0Can to greater joy aspire.\n----------\nO GREAT Almighty God above,\n Plant in my breast a fund of love,\n That I thy mercies may adore,\n And bless and praise thee evermore.\nTHE boy that's to his book inclined\n Will soon a golden treasure find.","title":"Dr. Watts's Cradle Hymn","type":"page"}