Sleep, little baby, sleep

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,

The holy Angels love thee,

And guard thy bed, and keep

A blessed watch above thee.

No spirit can come near

Nor evil beast to harm thee;

Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear

Where nothing need alarm thee.

The Love which doth not sleep,

The eternal Arms around thee;

The Shepherd of the sheep

In perfect love has found thee.

Sleep thro' the holy night,

Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,

Until thou wake to light

And love and warmth to-morrow.