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- Sleep Holy Babe,
Upon thy Mother’s breast,
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,
How sweet it is to see Thee lie
In such a place of rest.
- Sleep Holy Babe
Thine angels watch around;
All bending low with folded wings,
Before th’ Incarnate King of Kings,
In reverent 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,
Ah, take thy brief repose;
Too quickly will thy slumbers break
And thou to lengthened pains awake,
That death alone shall close.
- O Lady blest,
Sweet Virgin hear my cry;
Forgive the wrong that I have done
To thee, in causing thy dear Son
Upon the Cross to die.