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Sleep! Holy Babe!
upon Thy mother’s breast;
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,
How sweet it is to see Thee lie
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Sleep! Holy Babe!
Thine angels watch around,
All bending low with folded wings,
Before th’incarnate King of kings,
|: In reverent awe profound. :|
Sleep! Holy Babe!
while I with Mary gaze
In joy upon that face awhile,
Upon the loving infant smile
|: Which there divinely plays. :|
Sleep! Holy Babe!
ah! take Thy brief repose;
Too quickly will Thy slumbers break,
And Thou to lengthened pains awake
|: That death alone shall close. :|
O lady blest,
sweet Virgin, hear my cry;
forgive the wrong that I have done
to thee, in causing thy dear Son
|: upon the cross to die. :|
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1994 | # 660 | | 1908 | # 746 | | 1903 | # 383 |
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