1 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!

2 Sleep, holy Babe, Your angels watch around,
All bending low with folded wings
Before th'incarnate King of kings
In rev'rent awe profound!

3 Sleep, holy Babe, While I with Mary gaze
In joy upon that face awhile,
Upon the loving infant smile
Which there divinely plays.

4 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.