Don't Let Me Go

Text by Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber,	 
  Holy angels guard thy bed!	 
Heavenly blessings without number	 
  Gently falling on thy head.	 
 
How much better thou'rt attended	 
  Than the Son of God could be,	
When from heaven He descended	 
  And became a child like thee!	 
 
Soft and easy is thy cradle:	 
  Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,	 
When His birthplace was a stable	
  And His softest bed was hay.

Don't Let Me Go

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