Sleep Holy Babe

Sleep Holy Babe

Sleep, holy babe, upon Thy mothers' 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 angel's watch around,

All bending low with folded wings before the

Incarnate King of Kings

In reverent awe profound, in reverent awe profound!

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

That death alone shall close!

~Rev. Edward Caswell