[Verse 1]
Hush my babe, lie still and slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently stealing on thy head

[Verse 2]
How much better art thou attended
Than the son of God could be?
When from heaven he descended
And became a child like thee

[Verse 3]
Soft and easy is thy cradle
Coarse and hard the savior lay
When his birthplace was a stable
And his softest bed was hay

[Verse 4]
Hush my babe lie still and slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed
Hеavenly blessings without number
Gеntly stealing on thy head
Gently stealing on thy head