Sleep Holy Babe Upon Thy Mothers Breast
Sleep, holy Babe, Upon your Mother’s breast!
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,
How sweet it is to see you lie
In such a place of rest!
Sleep, holy Babe, Your angels watch around,
All bending low with folded wings
Before th’incarnate King of kings
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.
Sleep, holy Babe, And take your brief repose;
Too quickly will your slumbers break
And you to lengthened pains awake,
That death alone shall close.