SLEEP HOLY BABE 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 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 In rev'rent 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. Which there Divinely plays. Sleepl Holy Babe! Ah! take Thy brief repose; Too quickly will Thy slumbers break, And Thou to lengthened pains awake That Death alone shall close. That Death alone shall close. (Contributed by Frank DiSalle - December 2003)