1 O lit­tle child, lie still and sleep,
Jesus is near, Thou needst not fear;
No one need fear whom God doth keep,
By day or night;
Then lay thee down in slum­ber deep,
Till morn­ing light.

2 O lit­tle child, lie still and rest:
He sweet­ly sleeps whom Je­sus keeps,
And in the morn­ing wake so blest,
His child to be;
Love ev­ery one, but love Him best,
He first loved thee.