This lullaby we sing for you,
Our dearest child, who never grew
From a soft flowering in the womb,
Your living home, your weeping tomb.
Nor share your joys, nor soothe your harms;
But your flesh, blind to our day’s light,
We trust to resurrection sight.
To God the Father, whose love yearned
For you before eternity,
This tender glory you now see.
Our dearest child, with angels who
Delighting in the sabbath rest
Rejoice you wake on Jesus’s breast.
















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