Sleep, little Baby, sleep, 
  The holy Angels love thee, 
And guard thy bed, and keep 
  A blessed watch above thee. 
No spirit can come near 
  Nor evil beast to harm thee;
Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear 
  Where nothing need alarm thee. 

The Love which doth not sleep, 
  The eternal Arms around thee;
The Shepherd of the sheep 
  In perfect love has found thee. 
Sleep thro' the holy night, 
  Christ-kept from snare and sorrow, 
Until thou wake to light 
  And love and warmth to-morrow.