Watt's Cradle Carol (Philip Le Bas)

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  • (Posted 2015-06-07)  CPDL #35676:  Network.png PDF, MP3, MXL, SIB and MIDI files available.
Editor: Philip Le Bas (submitted 2015-06-12).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 291 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Fully updated 2019

General Information

Title: Watts' Cradle Carol
Composer: Philip Le Bas
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 3-4vv   Voicing: SATB
, with SSA Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published: 2015
Fully updated 2019 Description:  An original setting of Isaac Watts' Cradle Hymn, "Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber", for choir and organ accompaniment.

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Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Hush! My dear, lie still and slumber.

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Hush, my dear; lie still and slumber
 Holy angels guard thy bed;
 Heavenly blessings, without number,
 Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe! Thy food and raiment,
 House and home, thy friends provide,
 All without thy care or payment;
 All thy wants are well supplied.

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 Savior lay,
 When his birthplace was a stable,
 And his softest bed was hay.

Was there nothing but a manger
 Cursed sinners could afford
 To receive the heavenly Stranger?
 Did they thus affront the Lord?
Soft, my child! I did not chide thee,
 Though my song may sound too hard
 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
 And her arms shall be thy guard.

See the kindly shepherds round him,
 Telling wonders from the sky;
 There they sought him, there they found him,
 With his virgin mother nigh.
See the lovely Babe addressing;
 Lovely Infant! how he smiled!
 When he wept, his mother's blessing
 Soothed and hushed the holy Child.

Lo! he slumbers in a manger,
 Where the horned oxen fed
 Peace, my darling! here's no danger
 Here's no ox a-near thy bed.
May'st thou live to know and fear him,
 Trust and love him, all thy days;
 Then go dwell forever near him,
 See his face, and sing his praise.