Hush! Oh, hush your sobbing, child of my breast;
Midst cruel war our heroes know no rest.
Cold and hunger, dear one, soon shall pass away;
Help will come when night shall turn to day.

Hearts of pity, love, far in the west,
Pray for our safety, giving of their breast.
Hush your sobbing, O my Child; have no fear;
Help is coming soon to save us here:

Hush! My arms are round you, child, and I know
God in heaven sees our anguish here below,
Thro' His mercy ships are speeding over the sea;
Help is coming to you and me. Hush!