Come, rock His cradle lowly,
The throne of God all holy:
Come worship and adore Him,
And kneel we down before him.
Sweet little Jesu, sweet little Jesu.

And sing, for music number
Will lull the Babe to slumber:
Your strain be sweet and airy,
Like that of Blessed Mary.
Sweet little Jesu, sweet little Jesu.

Do nothing to annoy Him,
But ev'rything to joy Him;
For sin by night or morrow
Would cause Him pain and sorrow.
Sweet little Jesu, sweet little Jesu.

So, at your hour of dying,
This Babe in cradle lying,
(For He is King supernal)
Shall grant you rest eternal.
Sweet little Jesu, sweet little Jesu.