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'''Lyrics:'''[[Isaac Watts]] | '''Lyrics:''' [[Isaac Watts]] | ||
<b>Number of voices:</b> 1v <b>Voicing:</b> unison<br> | <b>Number of voices:</b> 1v <b>Voicing:</b> unison<br> |
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- Editor: Marco-cipoo.net (added 2004-07-12). Score information: A4, 1 page Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Hush My Babe
Composer: Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Lyrics: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: unison
Genre: Sacred music, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:
Description: Music: From the opera Le Devin du Village ("The Village Soothsayer"), by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1752.
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Original text and translations
English text
- 1.
- Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber,
- Holy angels guard thy bed,
- Heav’nly blessings without number,
- Gently falling on thy head.
- How much better thou art attended,
- Than the Son of God could be,
- When from heaven He descended,
- And became a child like thee!
- 2.
- Soft and easy is thy cradle,
- Coarse and hard thy Savior lay:
- When His birthplace was a stable,
- And His softest bed was hay.
- Oh, to tell the wondrous story,
- How His foes abused their King;
- How they killed the Lord of glory,
- Makes me angry while I sing.
- 3.
- Hush, my child, I did not chide thee,
- Though my song may seem so hard;
- Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
- And her arms shall be thy guard.
- May'st thou learn to know and fear Him,
- Love and serve Him all thy days;
- Then to dwell forever near Him,
- Tell His love and sing His praise.