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)